#yandere aesthetic

LIVE

false promise after falsepromise,

but i can’t bring myself to let go of you.

if i did, what were these past six yearsfor?

if im not yours to use, what am i?

you woke up in the middle of the night,

your voice no more than a sleepy whisper,

just to tell me you loved me.

you really don’t know what you’re doing to me.

“goodnight, ill talk to you tomorrow.”

the promise of there being a tomorrow,

don’t give me that kind of hope, my love.

keep pulling the wire around my neck,

tighterandtighterandtighter.

make me into your pretty little trophy,

a one of a kind collectable monster.

despite their yearning for me,

icant bring myself to feel sympathetic.

i chose you long ago, before i even met you.

they never even stood a chance.

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