Ugh,
What a mess.
Just look at this place!
Red splatter stains the newly painted walls
And the carpeting—
I dread to see it.
Now you must clean,
You stupid girl.
How could you mistaken something so lethal
With something so whimsical?
Nothing can be mistaken,
She says from beyond—
A weapon loaded with metal
And a chance for love failed.
To me,
She continues,
Are as one.
You pathetic little twit,
Love does embrace you,
Yet you confuse her with a fairy tale—
A web of deception,
Illusion—
How could one compare death to life?
They are not the same.
Nor are they different,
She responds.
I’d rather be at peace knowing that I was loved once,
Than prosper knowing that I was never at all.
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Submission Name: What is the difference, My Dear?
