I look into his blue eyes sadder then ever. As I keep speaking his spark is getting blown out little by little.
Picking up a knife and stabbing him would of been better. Instead I chose to slowly burn him. As he tries to put out the flames with his tears, I just light them on fire.
Just the silence he gives
me, sent a wave of guilt towering upon me. I give his silence a little sympathy, but he returns it with a cold glare. He is thinking how dare she pity me. I offer a hand of friendship, but he dismisses me. His mind already twisted up my words and turned it into a burning hate. Loving someone... and having them not love you back is tragic. But the worst of it all is... the people who don't have the ability to love someone as great as you. Because worthiness is at stake. The heart breaker sometimes has it worse. A broken heart will heal, but a guilty heart will be chewed up and swallowed whole.