you're so pretty.

people say that most of the time to somebody out there. one click, one sent, and congratulations, you just made it into someone's heart. but it'll be a lie if one said it never got into their head. had their head rolled to balls, fed their egos, their loneliness, their insecurity, the assurance. it's classic manipulation.

they want to prove their point. had them known. had them recognized, get that heart that fed their image to be shared to many other people as if to let others know that this person is thinking the same thing as they do, that they're one. they're saying they're going to bare their soul, that they're honest, that they're just like us, just a normal person living a life. but it's just another tactic to get on your good side.

everyone has always been someone else's ladder, a stepping stone to step onto. but liars aren't all pretty without one dummy falling for something— like they say, watch your step, or you will get hurt. fly too high, and you'll regret it. that's how things were. the rule of the land. whatever they did to you and whatever you saw, you're supposed to just shut up and take it.

whatever decision he makes, there will be regrets. and he's never been one to regret something. and he will get what he wanted, whether his counterpart like it or not.

'cause he wants you. needs you. wants you. loves you. wants you. it had to be you. he wants you. you. you were chosen for this. it can't be anyone but you. it's you. you. you.

playing with the little vial of bright green little thing between his fingers, pressing the rim of it against your bottom lip. caging you, cornering you. eyes locked on yours, luring you, obsessed with you. "say ah."