Ephemeral.

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Have you ever felt broken beyond repair? Broken beyond any help by any means, too broken to even write another word of poetry; I've told myself to numb the pain of heartbreak, to disregard such emotion from my system. But once again, I have failed myself. It is no surprise to me to be rejected, I should have gotten used to it by now but every break-up stings as if it were the first one to ruin you of life.

Granted that our story was quite ephemeral, nevertheless it did not lower the value of the affection concocted from our souls. Every word that poured seamlessly from our lips clung itself to our chests like a virus, creating havoc within. The good kind, I might add. You never ceased to let me know of your love for me, of how celestial you thought of my appearance. In that moment, we were living in eternal bliss, a honey moon stage if one might say. But all sweetness ended there.

I loved you, truly I did but apparently I wasn't enough for you. I'd wait for you to come home, only to talk to you for a minute. I longed for you, even if you were already by my side. I needed to feel your warmth, to feel you around my arms once more. The comforts of our home had vanquished, and at the same time, your love for me had gone. Was I really that difficult to love? What part of my soul drove you away from me?

But then again, did you truly love me? Or did you just succumb to the first girl who proclaimed her love for you, that girl being me? Were you so desperate for companionship that you went to me as an easy answer to your prayers?

The smart choice would be to cleanse myself of you, to get rid of every bit of you from my body. Sadly, I loved you too much. And sadly, you loved me far too little. You left so easily as if you had choreographed every movement of this sad, sad life, leaving me centre stage staring into the void and ready to jump.

I, however, did not. I know better now than to let someone like you devalue me. Just wait, I'm going to topple your entire world as you did with mine.

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