day 268

So there I was, in the bunny suit again. She had asked me for my name and I asked her for her hand in marriage. This was a summer ago, when we were both in love. She said yes and broke my heart the next day. When you're with someone for that long, you don't just give up. You say no before hope begins to fly. She was the giant with a mechanical hand and she smacked me straight into the ground. I had never wanted to be so close to hell. To build her a throne out of the firewood and watch her skin radiate against the flames. She was the devil. She wore her sins so proudly and she always looked so god damn good. When she asked me for my name, I lied. She broke up with me because she thought she was too cool for me. I grew up as the loser with the triple-dog-dare-you girlfriend. I told her my name was Get The Fuck Away From Me. She giggled. I was always a joke to her.