Truce

I am guilty of treason.
I am the kiss of death at the end of a girlish laugh...
The holder of a beating heart, child's plaything... pin pricks and thorns finding there way inside...
By my hand, of course.
And knowing I could torment you, and still own you.
Made me smile.
Yes. I am evil. But are you not guilty too?
Lack of interest. Lack of respect. Lack of emotions.
You never understood what true pain was until I put you through it.
Time to grow up.
Pick up the pieces and either get stronger from this.
Or forever stay firmly in my grasp.
Because right now I still own you... Your mind re-twisting the knifes.
You were always good with words, but never said the right one's to me.
So let me feed some words of wisdom back.
I am not the end of your road.
You are just the beginning of mine.
Let's wipe are hands clean and nod in agreement.
We're both crazy, you know.