Blog of a Dork

This beautiful girl with natural charisma and polished facade had crossed a line and I wished for nothing more than to make her feel pain in some way. I was not polite when she sat next to me but I was not necessarily rude either. I replied when she spoke but offered nothing more. As she batted her eyelashes and smiled coolly I thought of kicking open the bus doors and throwing her into the street. Of digging my hand deep into her chest and ripping out her heart, making her watch as I ground it under my foot. And why not? Wasn’t that exactly what she had done to him? Made him watch as she destroyed his heart. She came offering love but left nothing more than sensual memories. Snatched his soul with sneaky hands and toted it around like a trophy. Dangled him from a string like a toy that she never intended to keep.

This seductive frame hidden under a modest coat. This silly girl that laughed at his pain and then looked at me with no sorrow in her eyes. I wished sincerely to take something from her that would cause the same sense of loss that he felt. I yearned with unwaivering conviction to crush her spirit but had to hold myself back. For the same reason that I hated her I could not destroy her, because he still loved her. As rational as some may be, as intelligent and clever as we may think we are, one thing we can never change is the way we feel. A heart beats separately from the mind and cannot in any way be controlled. So as long as he still held her dear, despite all she had done, I could make no action against her. The crooked girl with the devil in her soul. She made a parting comment and walked away, and I let her go in peace. I held my actions out of respect for him but killed her with the look I gave her back. Marked her for death the moment I was free to act.