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F-A-L-S-E H-O-P-E-S
You manifested them so well. You had such a control over them, you knew how to drive me insane. The first time you betrayed my trust I was a kid, more of an idiot than what I already am. I had no idea what being without you felt like, until then.
The way your back turned on me so easily that you had no problem with facing the fact I was past. Your manipulations led to my own need to feel pain. But when you realized you wouldn't find someone as stupid as me, you came back. You came back to taunt my dreams. To make my lips quiver with your touch, and give a sigh, for the idea of you and me being forever. So there was stupid me with open arms just waiting and expecting you to come and engulf yourself in my hug.
The way you said my name slowly and softly, with the intention of causing intrigue within me drove me crazy. You did. I was intrigued. I was in complete awe at the way your cheekbones always moved to the rhythm of your lips speaking to me. Lips. Those lips that made me not be able to help, but stare at. The slight opening within them; not even two tenths of a centimeter opened while saying my name.
"Rose," you'd say. I only enjoyed my name when you said it. With a majestic roll pronouncing the first letter. A formation of a circle with your lips on the second. Your tongue slipping swiftly between your teeth on the third. And the fourth was silent. You made it sound like my name had not four, but three letters. You made it sound like it had meaning, like it was something special. That was something else I loved. I could do nothing but smile.
You behind me whispering into my ears causing my skin to tingle with your hands wrapped around my hip bones. Your face inserted between my left jaw and my left shoulder, simply resting. Primed between, like it was meant to be there. Perfect. Perfect fit. Perfect you. Gracious; that's what you were to me. Elegant and unique, almost majestic to my eyes.
Now tell me just how easy was it to move on, without me?
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Love Yourself
RomanceA past is an arm for destruction; especially when you cannot let it go. You have to see a facade of old you and hold yourself onto the memories you loved at one point. You have to look at yourself in the mirror with the pain of knowing you have been...
