Your lips tasted good, yet sweet like a chocolate filling on a tiramisu cake. As soon as it melts thoroughly inside your mouth, it's refined ingredients became awful and bitter.
Well, that's how I perfectly describe your mediocrity. The innermost layer of your heart seems too charred and filled with bittersweet feelings that seems to be unappealing to my senses. I wondered how painful it is to be your lover who is chained up to your obsecration of your obsession, let alone wild thoughts that were rummaging through my veins up all the way to my mind for you to wander, avert my focus, and shift my gaze upon you afterwards.
How blissful it is to be blindly in love with you? It feels like I'm living with a corpse who did nothing but to haunt me with uneasiness and depth that lies from the severity of the damage that you have done, causing me to have an evanescent feeling that were eerily pounding my heart for the hundredth time around.
Yet at the same time, the scent of your amicable sweetness is indulging me discreetly and is tantalizing me to get my shit back together, catching my attention and senses, enough for you to behold and lure yourself out from fantasizing lust and insanity.
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Short Story"A pain that was created with chaos, filled within the shades of purple and blue - ceased by you." DATE STARTED: OCTOBER 20,2024 DATE ENDED: NOVEMBER 3,2024
