The Grim of Joy

I used to be a very logical woman. A woman that loved control, and because of that is wary of love.

When you are in love, you lose control of your emotions-emotions I try so desperately to control, and in this case to hide.

I used to wear an aloof mask, in case someone can see through all my flaws. I deceived, I made them believe I am sane.

Then I met a man; a charming, handsome man.

He was like sweet poison. It tasted fine at first, and then destroyed.

It destroyed my heart, an organ I tend not to think about.

It destroyed me.

He was The Grim, but instead of taking lives, he took away joy.

My joy.