I thought for awhile that the fire that ignited within us both was lit from the same flame
But I was consumed by the illusion that i was alone and you by the guilt of your own demise . Neither one of us happy but both content. I struggle to find the words while yours spill from your lips and spreads like wildfire.
When will we finally breathe ?
I am suffocating in your silence and you relinquish your rage in yours .
I tear at my skin with rationed flesh and plastic knives while you endure the hardship with a grim facade.
When will we learn that this was never about us finding each other but us oppressing our sadness in the black of night together.
Covered in the warmth of each others arms you asked if I was okay being fully aware that neither of us were. And we laid there in silence for thats all we've ever known.
YOU ARE READING
Deception is only ones perception of it
Short StoryThese are just things I sort of think about. When my mind is clouded I tend to write . You don't have to read this but give it a try you may find that my deranged thoughts correspond to yours. ( 2nd account)
