The One I Gave My Heart To

I hope you are reading this, because I want to meet you again. After our first meeting, I was moved. Your eyes, your face, I just can't take them off my mind. I hope this reaches you somehow, my love.

When I first saw you, the look you gave me when I approached gave me such satisfaction; I couldn't help myself. I know it sounds odd to fall in love at first sight, but I believe I finally had one of those moments, and I hope you felt the same.

My heart was pounding so hard, I believed it would burst. It's the feeling I yearn for, the feeling I constantly chase. I know my face was probably red at the time; I could feel the heat on it.

By just looking at you, I knew I just wanted to cut you up, ever so elegantly. The look of terror you gave as I approached with my two handy scissors filled me with lust. I wanted you. I wanted to mix our blood. I wanted to hear your heartbeat outside your chest. I wanted to feel the splatter of blood all over my body. I still haven't showered or changed my clothes since that day. I wanted to keep the marks of the splatter on me as a reminder of you.

But you started to run away from me. It made me feel sad. I just wanted to hold you close to me, as someone special, although I was quite surprised when your fake leg came off. I would've chased you until the end of the world if not for that moment. I couldn't help but feel even more attracted to you despite your attempt to escape with only one leg.

I will be waiting for you in the same place as last time. I'll happily return your leg if you let me play with you for a night. I'm sure you will enjoy it, and we'll gain a relationship that goes beyond flesh and blood, life and death. However I can't promise the condition of the fake leg will still be good since I decided to play with it a little bit afterward. Unfortunately my emotions and desires got the best of me for that moment, and for that, I shall return your leg in a condition closest to what it was before.

I'll be waiting.

Girl with the bloody scissors