Expensive Dose Of My Own Medicine

PROSE: i shall tell a villain this pt. 1

It was epiphany.

When you rang the doorbell last 10:00 pm, I was waiting behind the door— wearing my favorite red satin dress with lips curled with anticipation and dyed with bloody red.

I was holding a Louis Vuitton pouch and my body is reeking of my expensive, suffocating perfume. I looked so costly, a Caribbean dream coming true.

But... if only I never opened that door. Or better yet, if only I never knew about you... I know that I will lead a much more better life, smooth-sailing and fairytale-like.

But I can't stop myself from wishing, craving to meet you again— even if it is painful and it made my toes curl with unbearable sorrow. Who cares? As long as I can still stay beside you or much better— in your arms. That is why... alas!

How did you made me to be such a fool?

Is it the hardness of your body? Is it lust? How did you managed to make me a slave for your love even though I know that you will just drop me hard when you know that I am too high up the ground without any sense of remorse, beloved one?

You... are a cruel man. You are very ruthless... shameless... relentless... without any regrets. You are steadfast, never bowing because you will always stand tall— much more high up from us peasants.

And your heart is as hard as the gleaming diamond in the dark while your lips are as beautiful as a flower... until I was poisoned enough. I should have stopped myself from falling, from slaving, from hating, and from loving but... how can I do that if you pushed me without my consent?

You cruel darling, your words are enough to make me drunk. Your touch and kisses are enough to make me high. Your voice and words comfort me until... I forgot.

I forgot that it was all pretense and your fake love is revenge because...

I broke your heart first before you broke mine.

— expensive dose of my own medicine
by vieauty