For Her

All she asked

was a simple favor

A few words to end the problem

She did not intend to be the reason

The reason why there is blood


Guilt rushed through her blood

She begged him

“stop and think for once”

She had one chance to convince him

But it was not enough


Boom! Clash!

The girl again is yet to be surprised

with another problem

For he is now angry of the betrayal

Not willing to stop


He had no self-control

For why did she even tell him

It is all her fault

she knew

For now she could not even speak to him

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