It gets better.
I know you’re alone, I know you’re wondering how this happened,
How this shining star of a girl could just leave and expect you to forget her.
expect you to forget that night under the bridge where you opened your heart like an old rusted can using her smile as a can opener,
using her “loving” voice as leverage to pry open your protected memories for her to feast upon.
A cratered asteroid oozing space goo like a toxic gas that makes everyone who inhales it hallucinate,
hallucinate her into a goddess sent to save you when really she’s a leech just using your heart felt emotion as transit.
pushing her ever closer to being seen as almost human.
Don’t let this parasite cloud your gaze,
for contact with such a creature leaves a bit of an aftermath, the gas it produces affecting your body in ways it would never expect.
the worst case I’ve seen in victims is that their minds are left in a traumatized haze,
fearing that all women are the same as this one.
I’ve sent you a doctor,
trust her I beg you, I know she’s actually a witch but she is the only one who is able to bring the light back into your eyes.
I can see it now, even just the small bit you’ve seen of her and you smile looks like that of a dying man who’s been given something to live for.
cherish her as she cherishes you.
I’ve made a full recovery,
The witch you sent me is actually an angel, I’m sure of it, the way the light refracts around her I swear I’ve seen her wings.
her voice has sewn its way into my skin healing every cut and burn like it never was, I’m happier then i thought i could ever be.
she doesn’t see it, but i guess that makes her even more beautiful.