The feelings that I once held for her have vanished before my very eyes, all the gooeyness vaporized like steam. I knew it was coming though, I could feel it always ebbing and easing forward like a scorpion on the prowl, but I never expected her to hurt me so badly. I never expected her to be the barer of the elements that brought down my demise.
Who is she?
She is love, or better yet, she is my love. Dressed in naught but a warm smile, seducing me with that smile as she lures me closer and closer to an abyss that only I can fall into. But why? I was so close to her and yet we still had a distance to go, so loving to her and yet she didn’t see it in any aspect.
So here I sit, tears falling down my cheeks like little lava droplets easing down an Ice sculpture, burning heat making it somehow all the way to my chilled core.
None can say where the road can lead, but none can say they know not the destination.
None can say they haven’t known a love though one may not have felt its connection.
But I can say that I’ve felt the loss of it, and I can say its worse than daggers in the gut. I can say that once my heart was lost, there was nothing to fill that empty space and nothing to keep me living. Why did I give her so much power, why did I show her that I was a vulnerable being just waiting on her oppression? Why did I beg the heavens for a love I knew I couldn’t keep?