words for the wind

II

plastered lies

her pov

Tears stream from my eyes and he watches me helplessly. "I'm so sorry. I love you," he cries. But he's lying. He always lies. I can see in his hollow eyes that he doesn't mean the words coming out of his mouth. And it hurts because I want to believe him and I know he wants to believe it just as much.

He looks at me with hopelessness in his eyes because he knows. He knows it's over and he knows it's been over. But we were both too afraid to admit it. So we hurt each other instead. He walks out the door silently but not before he whispers, "I'm sorry." And I think that's the only truth he ever told me.

his pov

Every night my mind slips back to the thought of you. And I'm overcome by the memories. The memories that used to be us. And I'm reminded that the moment I lost you, I lost a part of myself too. Because you knew you hurt me, but I also knew I hurt you more.

I was destroying you, and in turn destroying myself because of it. You knew you had to leave and I knew too, but it hurt.  But you had given your all to me and I couldn't do the same. It seemed no matter how many times the words, "I love you," came out of my mouth, your hopeful eyes never believed me. And as hard as I tried I could never believe myself either.

And every time, I watched the pain plaster your face as I tried to keep the empty from my eyes. We were caught in a perpetual darkness of never ending love and never ending lies. And we should have known what begins violently sometimes ends violently too.