Writing Challenge - Day 2

My friend... My lover... My enemy... 

My friend... My lover... My enemy... My lover... 

MY ENEMY... A pattern. A cycle. A curse. 

We play this game— 

a dance of ruin. 

A love story written in blood. 

Slit from our wrists, ink and blood intertwine— 

a love letter written in wounds. 

Come closer, so close I can taste you on my lips. 

Your breath lingers— 

intoxicating, sickeningly sweet. 

A moment, frozen in time. 

Then— 

We break apart. 

The distance between us— 

wide, gaping, a crater in the earth, a chasm we can’t cross. 

Fate laughs. The cycle spins on. 

We're stuck in a cycle we can't break. 

A twisted dance, a tangled game.

I’m angry. 

I hate you. 

And yet— 

You say you love me. Do you? 

Or am I the toy you pretend I am? 

To love me yet never know me. 

Ha. What a little fool. 

To claim to be more than me, 

yet you are so far behind me. 

We sway, a blur of flirtation,

I am winning… I am losing… 

A trick. A game.

The stakes? Our hearts —no, mine. 

Caught in this rhythm,

a never-ending waltz of lies to which I consent. 

You lead. I follow. I lead. You follow. 

A dance of deception. 

The lies flow like honey from silver tongues—yours?

Mine? 

Both. 

Mine were knowing lies, yours, unknowing, a fool—

lying to us both, but isn’t it what we both wanted? 

To feel wanted? To be needed? To be loved? 

Or at least a shadow of what we swore love should be. 

A dance where truth has withered, slipping like smoke through my fingers. 

What’s right? What’s wrong? 

I don’t even know anymore… 

Did I ever really know? 

Morals are long forgotten. 

Love came, love left, and with it, hatred.

But even that faded. 

Now it’s just… nothing. 

A boring cycle. 

Empty. Cold. An abyss.

The endless game continues. 

Passionless flirtations. A hollow dance. 

You lead, and in a fury, I follow—defiance in my every step. 

A shiver slithers down my spine. 

Ice in my veins and a fire in my lungs. 

Your gaze crawls over me— 

a sickness.  

Eyeing me—like your next victim. 

A toy to play with when you’re bored. 

You’ve become nothing but a dog in heat. 

Nipping at my heels in the hope of a treat. 

Pawing at my body like it belongs to you.

The knife in my hand, cold and sharp, 

its edge aimed at your chest. Indifference in my eyes. 

The temptation is there. 

My hands itching to plunge deep into your chest. 

But there’s something else. 

I pause. 

One beat. 

Then two. 

I could drive it deep— 

but I don’t. No. 

I spare you the final blow. 

A cruel mercy, and with

it, the end of our dance. 

Our game is over. 

Go away, you stupid fool. 

Lies and deception cling to us like a cloak, 

but I’ve shed it now. 

May you forget, for I shall never remember. 

You wish to find me again in five years? 

Ha! I laugh at your naivety. 

The game is over.

 Our paths have already diverged, never to cross again. 

Let’s not cling to this twisted game. 

If we meet again—my blade will be a sword. 

And this time—I won’t miss.

xoxo, @auroxisia_

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