It was sunshine once with bright smiles lit up, it bloomed more when he came by.
The serenity and enigma he had, made me all giddy. I was always on cloud nine when he spoke, whispers pricking my soil like needles. The smirk that he wore left me all weak. That grin. . . That stupid grin made me fall all over again.
I knew it would hurt, falling I mean. But I thought it was all worthy. If I had to get hurt only to see that bright smile he wore, I knew it was all worthy.
My friends warned me, but it was too late. I was lost in his touch too much to realize the outcome. Every touch had put me on sugar rush, every kiss made me feel all new. It made me pull the strings of his heart and make it mine.
Before I could do that, before I could entitle my name on his heart, he was gone. He left all stroams and thunderbolts behind him.
I was broken, a mess only which he could fix. Many tried, but it was too late. My heart was broken beyond repair. But what he said broke my heart, my world, my everything. . . His words echoed in my nightmare and haunted me like shadow.
He said just one sentence, just one, but it was millions of daggers to my heart. His face tear stained when I last saw. He had kissed his salty, wet lips on my forehead.
His eyes filled with regret as soon as his words spilled from his mouth. I knew he didn't mean it, but it still hurt. Do you know what he told. . .
❛I am falling for you Love, but I am afraid of heights❜
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Playing With Fire
Conto❝I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.❞ ―Oscar Wilde A place where broken hearts reside and stories behind them. . .
