I guess we all fall back on the most fucked up things after all, don’t make satanic love spells, they backfire, or hers was stronger, or I told her I did it eventually, and the first element to spells is secrecy.
I miss the constant thread of my lover killing me in the night, giggling under the sheets, talking about how much everything sucks. I remember the night she traced all the triangles on my body, I think that was the last night. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I wish I wasn’t, I broke and texted her tonight, once she realized who I was, no reply, but did I really expect one?
