i used to never believe genuine love was real.

beaten down, broken, time and time again.

until i saw you.

you were a light in the dark.

you were an angel extinguishing the flames of hell that surrounded me, that had almost killed me.

instead i now see a fire of passion, that passion burning in your beautiful brown eyes, golden flames igniting within the irises.

it’s something that has awakened me from my deep slumber of sorrow, replacing it with depths of joy.

your tanned skin, reminding me of a fresh cappuccino in the early morning, sunlight washing through the blinds that sit on the window; the foam that sits on top of the warm liquid, feeling soft against my lips as they touch.

the suppleness of your plump pink lips, resembling a juicy cherry being bitten into, tasting sweetness coat my tongue as i take in all the flavour.

you are the embodiment of a perfect summers day, freshly cut green grass, the smell of flowers blooming on every bush, the heat of the sun glistening onto my pale skin, making me feel at home.

you are an addiction in every positive way, one that i do not want to be rid of.

the existence of genuine love, i now believe.

we never think about the impact one human can have on us as individuals.

the memories of you flash through my mind, like a projection. a live action film.

the smiles, the laughs, the loved exchanged.

everything was so simple.

now in the present, we both look into each other’s souls as if we are strangers.

as if all the promises, the touches, the euphoria;
were erased from reality.

my subconscious is evil to me, reminding me of the demons that plague my heart, you.

you once being the angel that was bestowed upon my existence by the universe, now resembling a soul ******* succubus, draining me dry of all i have left.

the thought that this movie that we call ‘love’ could suddenly come to end, tears the pages of everything i had written for this never ending script.

but i guess what i really have to ask myself is, did you ever really love me at all?

or was this meant to have an ending of tragedy?

the kind of tragedy that you never really have any answer as to why things happened the way they did, or what would’ve came after if there was a different turn of events.

now i look at myself in the mirror, seeing the reflection of a girl whom has drowned herself in the sea of love.

what is next?