pig (2/3)

I, in your eyes, a princess stuck up in my tower, awaiting your rescue, as you beckon me forth, let down your hair. Or rather is it a honey trap? Waiting with baited breath for me to make that move, now that you've given the go-ahead, make that move so that you can pounce and put the nail in my coffin, once and for all, for how could you not be aware of the fact that you very nearly buried me? The push and pull, the jekyll and Hyde, the thrashing motions between two contrasting ideologies, it EXHAUSTS me. Yes but actually no, words and empty threats that topple over like a stack of jenga bricks or a house of cards; we were never on the cards, and yet those lies were oh so enticing. "Soulmates", they said. "Forgiveness", they said. You wait, and yet wasnt it you who threw me to one side? Isn't it you who keeps each and every avenue shut, so what exactly are you waiting for? A knock on your palace doors, a scream emanating from the trees; do you crave the flattery of having your own, personal slave, stalker, desperate and undying follower? You wait, and so, with everything else in your circle, you shall rot.