Arrow + Heart = Severe Bleeding

It doesn't result to love.

No way, whatsoever.

Internal bleeding.

When I heard his voice,

It was like taking a bullet.

I can predict the future.

I can't say it.

It'll make me look vulnerable.

I have so much more to learn.

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Let's say we're pirates.
I'm the maiden longing after the Captain, to whom I'm invisible. He doesn't pay attention to anyone else but the sea, filled with opportunities and unpredictable happenings. You'll never know if a storm will come, or when it'll ever end. Will the sea be gentle today?

The ship is the Captain's life. He drives it with such care, unwanting to make the wrong spin or turn to drive his ship into turmoil and despair. He concentrates on nothing more, and is unwilling to be distracted.

All of the others are aboard his life too, though we are forgotten as soon as we're introduced. Unimportant and like specks of dust in the morning sky. We come and go.

The lower the heirarchy, the lower the importance. We used to drive the ship together, until I drove it into the end of the world. He ordered me down, and now I lay with the sick.

Aboard the ship is a hardworking boatswain, everyone is affiliated somehow. In all those years of travelling on this ship, his feelings for I, the maiden, have grown, and will continue to grow everyday.
Numerous times, he proclaims his love only to be rejected an equal amount of times. He's the one who stays no matter how many times I repeat "I'll never love you!" No matter how many times I make him cry, no matter how many times I order him to walk the plank, he'll do so. He refuses to drown and climbs back up aboard the ship.

The Captain catches sight of land so beautiful. He aims for her at full speed, never letting his eyes off such beauty. I realise and the boatswain sees. He secretly knows of my love for the Captain, but that doesn't stop him.

We're so close to land; I hide my eyes and peak through my fingers. I didn't expect him to entwine his rough, warm fingers with mine.
We can never predict how it ends.

I screwed my chances.