You abandoned me as I needed you most, like a terrible host, your presence was eerily similar to that of a ghost. I envisioned our future, so bright and crystal clear. I gave you all my fortune and time, as if my name were Lear. Instead you jeered, you could have been the Josephine to my Napoleon. You took the time to tell me that our love was too plebeian, that you were through with me. And my effort had gone unnoticed, it was to no avail. I felt as helpless as Jonah, buried alive in the stomach of a whale. You were once my triumph, the trophy I carried with pride. You took it all in stride, and denied me of love at every opportunity circumstance would provide. You once called me precious, as you took my hand into your own. Gone are the days when I welcomed the scent of your cologne, now reminiscent of rigor mortis in a corpse unknown. We were the talk of the town, once as brilliant as the sun setting in the west. I was the one that loved you best, yet you chose to turn the other cheek. I watched you walk away, as my heart instantly turned bleak. You soured my dreams as toxicity filled my sleep. I would wake up screaming from my reverie, praying for the Lord to reap my soul. I spent whole nights sobbing your name, tattooed the rules of your game into my arm, before I slipped and fell once more, disarmed again by your charm. Ring the alarm, say a prayer for my damned and helpless soul. Winter's icy torrents washed away my sanity, disparaging all that I had known to be good and true. I was a victim of your brainwashing, you fed me lies as you spread yourself too thin across the globe. I was purposefully naive, as I refused to acknowledge the stains upon your robe. Now I am free, no longer imprisoned by my self-imposed exile. I sit and think about our love, and realize it was not worthwhile. It was a farce from day number one, we should have turned back but now the damage is done. I will embark on a journey of my own accord, as your cries for help, will surely go ignored. With my confidence restored, I can dream once more. My goals will return, as you silently burn. I will ignite the flame that flickers until your dying day, licking at your body until the ugliness within is externally displayed. You were always my decay, but now the tables have turned, and the hunter has become the prey.
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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