My heart is like a broken bone – it could be fixed, but will it ever really be the same as it once was?
Now,
I don’t believe it can be fixed anymore.
I feel like the sunset in black and white - losing the colour from my life, all because she never wanted me.
It’s as if she- the sun- has burnt out and left me – the blue moon – without a drop of light to warm me and bring back the colour I had lost from being alone.
If the stars were to align the same way, then there could be a beauty like her, but then without her smile, there are no stars in the sky, no light in my heart, nothing to look for in the lonely nights that push me to the ground over and over again.
If I were to look up from the stab wound in my chest, it would be to see her hand at the hilt – a devious smile painting her face with all the colours she has kept hidden from the world.
As the blood from my heart drains to the ground below me, I would drop to my knees, and paint the ground in crimson - my last colour left.
My blood would paint the story of my love for her, before my life is stolen away from me.
And yet the true irony of it all would be the love I hold for her until my last breath- and not even then would my feeling fade.
Long after my life has ended, my heart would still belong to her. It would still yearn for all the intricacies of her being.
Pandora’s Box has released itself on my heart, tearing at it as if it were a hungry lion attacking a peaceful gazelle.
I am forever drawn to her, as if my soul was trapped in her eyes.
The gods have turned against me, making my shadow grow, letting itself bleed through my veins and into my soul.
A soul with no colour should not be a soul at all.
I am forever burdened with no muse, no passion.
I am a lone wolf, destined to lose my life without a love in the world.
No one to care for, no one to remember in the long nights.
No one.
an edited excerpt of an english assignment from years back. I got a B.
