Hello love
I haven't heard your voice for days now
You were always one for the dramatic
I just didn't expect this
You left me so suddenly, you know?
And it wasn't like the movies
There was no last kiss
or embrace
Just your body lying lifeless on a silver tray
I had them cremate you
Because I just couldn't bear the thought of you
Six feet under
Left to decompose amongst living things
Like a mockery of your passing
Your ashes are spread amongst our special place
Somewhere only we knew
I refuse to accept you're gone
This love was never bittersweet
Nor was it easy
No, this love was ours
And it's end wasn't climactic
It wasn't like the movies
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 6:49 AM UTC
Hello love
I haven't heard your voice for days now
You were always one for the dramatic
I just didn't expect this
You left me so suddenly, you know?
And it wasn't like the movies
There was no last kiss
or embrace
Just your body lying lifeless on a silver tray
I had them cremate you
Because I just couldn't bear the thought of you
Six feet under
Left to decompose amongst living things
Like a mockery of your passing
Your ashes are spread amongst our special place
Somewhere only we knew
I refuse to accept you're gone
This love was never bittersweet
Nor was it easy
No, this love was ours
And it's end wasn't climactic
It wasn't like the movies
I've been writing short films for a little while now and I decided to take things from a different, more blunt, realistic perspective. I wanted to write about how when true love is taken, it isn't like a film, or something written in books. There most often isn't a fairytale ending. When love is taken, the partner remaining is suddenly left to begin anew.
