No.
No, you know what?
You don’t deserve to know my thoughts and the way you’ve been circling my mind.
You don’t deserve to have your venomous eyes glorified and romanticized into some beautiful metaphor they are not.
You don’t deserve to be painted as something pure,
like you did no wrong
because in the end,
you destroyed me and walked away.
You continued to fire your weapons even once I surrendered.
You walked away
only to turn back to attack again.
You made sure I was in no position to move on,
to survive.
You intended to kill me and showed no mercy.
So
no.
You don’t deserve my words or a space on my pages.
This is the last I will write of you.
You deserve no more.
Porcelain Prose 