J.M.Darhower

My Prince Charming turned out to be the villain of my fairy tale, and part of me thinks that's okay, because eventually, it'll all disappear, anyway.

not a good man, Karissa, and I never will be. So don't think you can fix me, or that I'll ever change, because I won't. I can't

The voice is confident, but my common sense screams louder. People fall out of love. Not everyone keeps their promises.

"Easily," he says. "The opposite of love isn't hate, Karissa. It's indifference.

Clothes are tattered and bodies are battered as we strip away every stitch of fabric separating us. There's nothing gentle about it, nothing loving.

She can purge her aggression, lose herself with me, and I'll never begrudge her for it.

Because I know the feeling.

Time waits for no man. The world won't just roll over and take it.

"History repeats itself," she says, "first as a tragedy, second as a farce."

Karl Marx.

So many years later and he still got under her skin

It’s a crushing, soul-sucking sensation that starts deep in my chest, right where I used to keep my heart