monster
I went over to talk to a girl
a friend
or so I thought
for every time her gazed turned its head in my direction it was void of friendlieness
an almost frightened look creeping into her eyes
pupils shrunk to pin points
and yet I loved her like friends do
and hated to be the cause of that look
her words defenceve
I felt like we were on a fencening line dancing
to the death
she was never agood fighter
I however had always beeen a great opponent
capitalizing on weakness
she was shy and quiet
caring more focused on the world miles away than the one she was in currently
she was mature and reserved and emotional
i usually defended her
not fought
so I did not know what to do when finally
we were on different sides of the same chessboard
neighboring peices not having any mind to their battle
rook and knight
evil and good
I was often a villian
people told me so even
but she was the first to ever make me feel like a monster-cc.
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