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irusu Jun 2018
You were my hopeless romantic
My pretty girl
My little secret lover
The one person in this world I could give my heart to.
And know that it wouldn't be crushed.
I loved you until my heart bled into yours
And you loved me until your soul was mixed with my essence.
We loved each other until our hearts were in sync
And our breaths were in perfect rythem.
So if one of us stopped breathing,
The other would too.
And I'll love you forever.
But I realize now
That that spark we share
Will never grow into something bigger.
It will never be able to warm me in winters
It will never be able to dry my tears
It will never be able to heal the wounds that lie just beneath the skin
Maybe it's because we smothered it
Wanting so much of each other
That we lost the ability to think
And we got so close to the flames
That we covered them completely.
Or maybe it's because we got so lost in each other’s eyes
That we drowned in them
And the flames were doused
In the tears we shed together.
Those tears were supposed to act as cement.
Instead, we built a house on sand
And everything fell apart.
I will love you until the end of time.
But you were never my missing piece.
And I'm so sorry.
Because now I realize,
I was yours.
irusu Jun 2018
I stand alone.
A ******* the side of a ***** road.
A pretty face.
An ugly smile.
People pick up the pace
When they walk by.
They don’t like seeing
The knife in my back.
It unsettles them.
As it should.
Children stare, their parents whisper,
“This is what happens when you let love ****.”
Then they walk past.
Pools of blood lay on the ground at my feet.
The wound is a waterfall,
A continuous spray,
Of regret.
Of better judgement.
Of self worth.
Flowing down my back in riotous shades of red.
Flowing out of my body and burning in the sun.
You didn’t break my heart.
You fixed it.
With your beautiful hands
And warm lips.
And you’ll come back for me.
Because it is yours.
And I’ll wait for you.
Until I’m a husk.
And then my smile won’t be ugly.
Because you will come back.
You will ease my pain with your touch.
You will heal the wound.
You will take back your knife.
And I will be yours.
Until you plunge it into my back again.
And even then, I won’t try to save myself.

— The End —