Subtle silhouettes that suggested how life could have been, examples that evoked images of a future so serene. With or without you, I was destined to be happy, the greatest revenge I can deliver is my own apathy. Not heartless, though I have learned to use my heart less, not cold although my insides are as frigid as the Arctic. Predisposed to ugliness, I have come to expect the worst from all. Humanity has become as mythical a concept as lost continents or Utopian waterfalls. Despite all this, I just wanted to grow with you, ignoring your penchant for inertia. One look was all it took for me to see that love had lost again. You stuttered, rambling about things that made little to no sense. Claimed that leaving me was for my own good, that my happiness was your number one concern as though we shared a brain and somehow you had the right to state that I was not at peace. Your cowardice cut deeper than any sword could ever cause me harm. I took a chance on you only to discover that I was being used. My life had made loyalty and strength two of my greatest allies, whilst yours clearly taught you to run and hide when skies were gray. How can one that fears his own shadow provide comfort to one who has no fear at all? You would retreat from the slightest hint of conflict, immediately burying your head into the sand. Your weakness became a problem when it became clear as fresh water lakes that you would never be armed to fight for anything that was right. Not a man but a mouse, nor a boy but a clown. The kind of leopard that changed its spots so frequently, consistency an enemy that you chose of your own accord. I had enough, so I wrung my hands, lifted my chin and took my leave. In your absence, although slightly empty, I am rediscovering the joys of me. My integrity prevents me from losing sight of my morality; my goals, although important, would not allow for me to step on anybody's toes to reach the top. A king among men, I am, although my humility permitted me to parlay with mere peasants. In your absence, I am gold; the void you have left will not be hard to fill.
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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