Her head rested upon the pillow, waiting for her eyes to close, though they stay as reluctant as her mind- who whispered and screened the memories she continuously wished to forget.
Her porcelain cheeks were stained with stale tears and her eyes stung as new ones threatened to spill.
The lump in her throat increased in size with every breath until breathing almost became near impossible.
Her lungs burned and continued to scratch at her rib cage, imploring for air.
She wanted it as much as they did, but that would mean another solid hour of tears and muffled sobs.
All she wanted was to fall in a deep slumber and forget everyone and everything-immerse in such vivid dreams where there was no such thing as reality.
Was it that difficult?
Ignoring the urge to scream as loud as possible and relieve such pain.
It was he who taunted her mind, he who was in her memories stuck on replay...
him...
He haunted her.
Everything she did, every little thing reminded her of him.
And oh how she wished they didn't.
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
