Short Story Collection

Moonrise

The next week I lay alone in bedroom of mirrors, watching myself toss and turn. I hug myself and pretend it's the gentle touch I grew so accustomed to. The moon rises and you're not here by my side, where the hell are you? Through my days, you've faded into something I can't recognize, something almost impossible to love. I hold the memories, deep down, I realize I have nothing left but I still love. I still ache for the attention that you can't give me, I stay loyal for no one because of my ignorance. The glass walls that get smaller and smaller remind me of you. You opened me to vulnerability and within, I embraced everything I didn't want to see. With you my smile was ten times brighter, with you, weight didn't matter and my introverted personality was just as stunning. I bask in the blanket of bitterness and regret, I put my everything into you, only to get one week of paradise, almost nothing. The mirrors finally start shattering around me, and I choke on the pieces of a broken heart. I drown and deep down, I blame you. The reality was i led myself to a death of icelantic tundra, but you were the one who pushed me in.

Tears line my cheek, they freeze in my dreams to match the cold facade I put on to pretend I'm okay. You never told me you were leaving, you vanished overnight and you'll never come back. Everyone told me how you didn't deserve me when you packed up. And I stayed loyal to you, I stayed by your side because I was too blinded by the pink spotlight you put me in. Now a black veil surrounds me because you left me lonely and you walked out the door like nothing happened. This was all just a drunken midnight memory that will fade with the drop stained pillow. All this time, thinking about you. I won't need to now, the moon is rising.