i.

You sent me a dangerous voicemail a lifetime ago.

"Don't contact me again or I'll kill you." 

ii.

It would have been nicer to tear through my chest and 

squeeze my heart with your fist. 

iii.

I called you once,

maybe twice. 

(okay, maybe, possibly, twenty-two times).

iv.

You declined every call.

v.

They say silence speaks words better left unsaid. 

I think it was always your intention to leave me on read.

vi.

That pretty mouth of yours was never empty of words.

vii. 

I stared you down the very next day; 

fingers dragging over the scar in the palm of my left hand, 

where we'd made that blood pact behind the shed.

viii.

You clenched your fists, 

lip twitching, 

pupils pinched. 

ix.

I presented to you, a challenge:

kill me before I kill you. 

x. 

We were Romeo and Juliet, 

Jack and Rose,

two lit matches meant for a bitter end.

xi.

It wasn't long until your luck ran out.

xii.

It's kind of ironic really; 

you died inside of a smouldering vehicle, 

bones broken and lungs unwilling to breathe. 

xiii. 

I guess I won.