My Liar Dear

My Liar Dear

A Story by Bee
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Oh what a strange pair they make! One likes to hurt, the other tease. The question is, who are they? This is a lesbian one-shot with a abusive theme... You have been warned.

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Author's note: This is a short one-shot that I wrote in approximately half an hour, so don't expect to much. Reviews and suggestions are, as always, welcome.

"Let me cry my crimson tears,
When you are the cause of all my fears.
Let me know what true love is like,
Then take it away in vicious spite.

Hold me, darling.
Hold me near.
Hold my twisted soul close,
Hold it, my liar dear.

Your whispers, only soft nothings,
Carry me up on shattered and broken wings.
Taking me higher 'til I can't touch the ground,
Making me scream 'til I can't make a sound.

Hold me, darling.
Hold me near.
Hold my bruised body close,
Hold it, my liar dear.

Up to this day I can't forget,
When I was your toy, your pet.
When you only looked at me,
When I was all you could see.

Hold me, darling.
Hold me near.
Hold my favourite memory close,
Hold it, my liar dear.

Then you broke me,
and I realised you never loved me.
Oh, what fun!
To know you don't care for me, or anyone.

Hold me, darling.
Hold me, do.
Take my heart,
Then break it in two."

My fingers stop playing the mournful tune, and I hum the refrain one last time, it is sweet and simple, yet the damage it will cause will be as bitter as the metallic taste of blood.

I know she has heard me, I know she has been listening. Listening, with a dormant loathing, that she reserves only for me.

She will be angry, punish me, make me pay.

But I can never have it any other way, when it is her, my tamer, my mistress, my... love. I smile, will she ever call me that?

I stand up and look in the mirror. There I stand, as elegant and proud as always. I hear footsteps behind me.

"You B***h!"

I feel my hair being tugged so forcefully that I fall to the ground. I hit the stone floor, tasting the blood in mouth as I bite my tongue, trying to suppress a gasp. She is on top of me before I can say anything, scratching, biting, kissing and always commanding.

I close my eyes, letting myself sink into the beautiful pain that engulfs my body, burning me like fire would a lump of coal.

" Hold me, darling.
Hold me near.
Tear me apart,
My liar dear."

Author's note #2: I know there's no particular pairing, so I'll leave that to your imagination. ;) Hope you enjoyed it. If you want to let me know who think the paring was, then put it in a review, I will be interested to see if I agree with you.

© 2015 Bee


Author's Note

Bee
I hoped you like that, if you noticed any mistakes please tell me! I have to learn to improve.

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Added on June 14, 2015
Last Updated on June 14, 2015
Tags: Poetry, abuse, femslash, girl, hurt, liar, one-shot, poem, strange

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