I awaken to find my heart ripped out of my chest; damaged at best, as I struggle to put my thoughts to rest. Your own will never thaw, frozen as the Arctic white. I naively assumed that we could remain, friends until our dying days. But I clearly jumped the gun, as you have started to run, refusing to look back as I fade to black. Now I must regain the strength to win again, I have to get back on track in order to avoid the omnipresent risk of attack. In retrospect it has become crystal clear, that you were only here to help me retrace my steps. Now that I have, it's clear as day, you were Goliath and I was your prey. I attempted to slay you with my mind, but my wit was no match for your malice. I wanted to give you the world, like the Taj Mahal, I was ready to build you your very own palace. But instead, you chose the road less travelled, and decided to revert to being callous. Jaded now, I turn the pages of my life, forced to move on and improve the quality of my life. I refuse to allow this love to conquer my spirit, decline to pursue one so subdued. You were once like Manna from Heaven, made my stars seem brighter from above. You illuminated my nights and brightened my days until your true colours showed, and my heart you slayed. If you had stayed, I would have shown you my world, as fragrant as the bouquets I once showered you with. Instead, your stubbornness overcame your altruism, leaving a void that is certain to never be filled. Nonetheless, I am thrilled to embark on a journey where no man has gone before. My happiness restored, I don't need you anymore. No longer immersed in your endless boredom, your lack of judgment made me lose my will to fight. I have recovered, prepared to take flight, as I have reached a depth that will allow me to truly get over you. I will reach superstardom, and light up the sky like a flame. While you will be left bereft, quivering as you remember my name.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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