He - a narcissistic asshole. He - a delicate scared little baby, morphing and fooling the world. He - a dictator after the physical bullying he was served with. He - a feeling deprived soul, wandering in search of “Novelty” and ‘money’.

She tore in her vibe. He tore all her life.

He was repellent, resistant, snooty, a jackass. So was she - A hateful bitch, a strong loather. He took her by her subliminal aura and caressed her heart with so much passion that her rigid murky pacts felt ashamed. 

A soul with sparkling eyes, a stingy odor, a paper thin body, god darn muscles, freckles decorating his cheeks, lashes tributing the liveliness of his eyes, and hands so tender - A beautiful specimen to this dinghy world.

That bastard wasn't like this from the get go. He had grown to be so much tender that I could kiss those beautiful eyes of his - anytime. I want him. Strangely, I knew I wanted him from the very second my ears welcomed his voice in them. He seemed like a dominating one - so I was sure he’ll carry me through the storm too - But it turns out that whimsical bastard morphs quite well to charm this materialistic world. It seemed to be working in his favor though.  The moment he got naked about the actual him - the him that stays beneath the wall of ‘narcissism’, I grew worriedly passionate to conserve him, to safeguard his fragile heart, to love his vulnerability.

I love him but I hate him. I tried leaving him, quite a few times - but The look every time he shoots me at - is just so deceptively strong - that I can't muster up the courage to drop this relation of ours.

I don't see us getting along well - but I love him and I want him to be happy. And he gets happy when I am with him, so leaving him makes the whole point so hard for me.

The character of this lore - Matt Rifle.

The same Matt Rifle, who made me his. I dream with him but not for him. There’s a difference. I am just way too complicated - like a complex coordination compound.

A toast to us, darling Matt -

I could feel your heart pounding

The echo of your exhale against my neck

The knot you made around my waist

The vows you chanted under your breath

I have felt you close

Closer than ever -

I can't seems to get enough

Matt Rifle - you’ll ruin me.