I’ve burned the field of flowers.

There is no need for spring.

Burning all the roses.

So no man shall give me another.

Lots of foolish men shall come,

Only to get petrified.

Silly Man, you’re the one who shall need to be saved.

Men will be nice until they get what they want.

But I want you my dear.

My dear, HAH, my dear stone, you shall never leave me.

What shall you attempt, to move?

I shall execute all that dares to attempt to steal.

No one deserves my heart.

My dear Juliet, sleep tight as I behead Romeo.

Oh great Aphrodite,

Oh great Cupid,

Where did I go wrong.

The field of flowers that once bloomed on my face,

The roses that brought me so much joy,

Oh great love, you shall never hurt me again.

Oh my heart no one shall hurt you,

Oh my eyes you shall never shed a tear again.

For love shall never come back.

All who attempt will be burned by the hellfire that burns inside of me.

My heart charred black from the embers that never extinguishes.

My heart shall never feel.

Because to feel is to hurt.

Funny, I used to be afraid of gorgons.

Demons of hell.

Despise Manipulators, despise the feeling of being alone.

How did I end up here.

I want to burn the feeling of love from my heart.

I want to destroy the very first time I felt love,

The warmth that filled my face,

The blood rushing as you text me.

Maybe there’s nothing wrong.

Maybe I just want someone who would fight to save me.

I would’ve rather I hurt than to hurt you.

I was glad it was I and not you that got hurt.

Now I just wait, for one to slay me like in the stories.