She was my all

My everything.

Naivety played its part

But I thought this was true.

 

It began in innocence

But moved on.


Love.


It can have so many

Meanings and none at all.

The oldest symbol in the

History of Humanity.

Those infamous words.

My love is for you

And you alone.

Is that not how it should be?

 

No. The Fates have rolled  

Their dice.  

And now I stand here

Alone

With the weight of the world on my shoulders.

 

That smile. Just for me. No one else.

I felt alive. Its what I lived for.

Nevertheless, I will carry on; I will walk with my chin held high

And confidence in my stride.  

Life is the road ahead of me.

I have but stepped upon its verges.

I am ready.

And I will take every step as it comes.

I live a double life.
But I am no superhero.
I don’t have crowds
Chant my name.

No, this is different.
I come to this prison
Everyday, preparing
Me for the big bad world.
I step through those doors
And I am forced to change.

The constant assaults on my
Ego and confidence every day.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But names shall forever haunt me.

But I return from this prison and
I am back.
I go to the safe haven
And plot their downfall.

I sleep and let it all
Wash away, yet
From the darkness
Angry and sneering they come.
Their ghostly pale faces
Surround and circle me.
Faster. Faster. Stirring up a whirlwind in my head.
I stumble and fall.
Plummet into eternity.

Then, Nothing.

I wake from my slumber
And feel the drip of sweat.