Damn you
In a perfect world he would still be here sharing the happiness that I felt.
In a perfect world our love would’ve carried us through anything.
But the world is not perfect, and his love didn’t last, and he no longer stands beside me.
Loneliness has grown, yet the tears have stopped falling.
In the dead of winter his warmth is nowhere to be found, and the suns’ kisses no-longer make my heart content.
And yet, I continue to stand, and the world continues to turn without any remorse to what my heart feels. The smiles, which I share, only serve me as a facade in which I hide my pain.
His calls never end as if he wished to haunt my every moment in time; to keep me suspended in a moment where torture is the only feeling I may relate to.
The day has ended and the night begun… the clock tics and my head waits for sleep to take over, to share a few moments in which thought is not required. Yet that time seems so far. I continue to think, and hate grows within me as anger races through my body.
I call only to stay silent on the phone and cherish the sound of his voice. The line fades and I sit alone once again…
Damn you.
Paula Rodriguez ©
redsirens
You are such an amazing writer.