I know people say Love is a beautiful thing
They say that everyone has a soulmate
Left hand, fourth finger, that ring shows their Love
Love…
I laugh at the word
Everyone talks about the pure beauty of it
But all I see is two people destroying each other
Hate…
What if Love turns to hate
The memories of happiness shattered
Left hand, fourth finger, the ring is gone
The curtain of Love drawn forever
The meter slipping from the line between Love and Hate
No kissing, no smiling, and absolutely no talking
Just the sound of endless fighting
And in the dark of the night sobs, that could be heard next door
Hate…
The look in my mother’s eyes as she looks at her husband
The hurt she feels as he packs his things
The longing she has as she watches him leave
Love…
The one thing that destroyed my parents
How could I believe in Love,
After what I’ve just seen
Hello…?
Mom…?
I’ve called you so many times.
Answer my calls dammit…
Mom…
I’ve done it.
I’m making my dreams come true.
I wish you would answer the phone.
Your disappointment is ruining me.
Do you know you're breaking my heart?
Mom…
Do you even care?
I’m looking in at the world now.
It’s so beautiful, being able to break from the confinement of that damn town.
I called you to say hello from the other side.
I’m doing good, I wish I could show you.
I have to go,
I’m sorry for breaking your heart.
I love you,
Mom...
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The Complexity Within
Historia CortaThese are a series of short stories and poems I wrote in my creative writing class. As an assignment I'm suppose to post these and get criticism from people out in the world. Read and enjoy. Comments are welcomed and hoped for.
