Kill me while I give you the chance. Stab me in the back, when I pretend to not notice that knife in your waistband. Let me bleed while I look away to help you absolve off the guilt.
Take me down; while I let you.
Because if I decide not to let you win, there’s no way in the seven seas, or a conspirator in your heaven or hell, that can help you lay a finger on me.
So, crush me while I still care. When I still smile at you, or at least until I make a pretense of believing your words laced with lies and false comforts.
Annihilate me if you can- Before you break the promises interwoven with both of our tongues. Until your thread of promise gives away and mine comes unravelled with it.
I would not harm you until that point, to honour the promise I made to myself, of keeping you safe, even from myself. But once the unraveling starts, honey, all bets are off and its hunting season.
Its a fair warning then, don’t you think?
Cremate me while you can still get away with it. I might just look the other way after giving you a smile and my own dagger to do it.
Write now. 