Trapped In The Margins

Destruction was coursing through my veins.

I had to do something to take the pressure away.

I had to find someone, anyone.

There were bridges to be burned.

Cities to be razed.

I started playing the game.

Increasingly bored by every player.

Except one.

I wanted him to be my Ides of March.

I wanted to break someone so beautiful.

Instead he broke me.

He broke the destruction in my soul with one look.

He didn’t see destruction.

He saw beauty.

He began building within me.

But I fear my love of destruction is bubbling beneath the surface.

Waiting for a triumphant return.