The words pour out of her mouth like acid rain, burning though me, clouding my mind, my judgment. Suffocating me from the inside as her grip on my heart tightens and I gasp for air. My heart beats faster; fluttering in her hand. Slowly her hold on my heart fades as I fall to my knees once again. With my heart barely beating and my lungs wishing to cease breathing, her crystal eyes glisten, trapped in my mind, reminding me of the way her lips felt pressed against mine. I watch her walk away again into the blood red sunset, hand in hand with him. Everything she told me; I wish I could scream every word, all those things I never said, that now I wish you had heard. But this will never feel right to me, so I write you these words to tear up and burn like the clouds melting into a sky of charcoal, turning my sunny days to this awkward shade of grey. Damn; don’t we all hate irony?
May 26, 2010