Sick of you

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I’m sick of you. Sick of the way you make me feel, sick of the way you make my heart beat.

I’m sick of your beauty and overwhelming perfection, sick of your so-called love and overrated affection.

You are nothing but a pale illusion, an image fading away with every breath I take.

You are the chants of the ghosts of my past, the requiem of the sadness in my heart.

You are the reason of the scars in my soul, with every smile every gaze, you make me feel like a fool.

I’m sick of you, sick of how much I care about you. I tried, I tried to run away. But what can I do? What can I do when all I can think about is … you. Your cheerful smile and the stars that sparkle in your eyes. The way you say my name, like I was the only one, and the way you touch me, sending soothing chills through my spine.

There was a time when everything I wished for, was to hold you in my arms, and never let you go.

There was a time when your mere presence would soothe my pain and ease my hurt, when the kindness in your voice would wipe away my tears and recollect the fragments of my shattered soul.

And yet here I am, standing like a fool, hoping I never had such feelings for you. Because in the end of the day, when the sun goes down, when begins the reign of darkness ends the empire of your lies.

You stole my light, ripped my heart. And in darkness I shall sink, for darkness holds, within its soothing breezes, the truth that my tormented spirit seeks.

I blame myself for every mood-swing , every tear, every scream that comes from you. I blame myself for every time you get upset, for every time you shut me out.

I feel so small, everything seems to be my fault. And no matter how much I try, no matter what I do, it is never enough to please you.

Sadly, it is time for me to give up now. To walk away and leave it all behind

Oh how easy those simple words may sound, easy for the heartless to move on as if this passion, that we once shared, never even existed.

It was impossible for me to picture life without you. But now I am awake, and in the middle of the night, I see it all fading away, for it was only a dream, an illusion deemed to come to an end.

Now in this moonlight I see my life vanish before my eyes. I hear the cries and chants of the night creatures singing their farewells. I feel the breaths of the fairies caressing my bare skin as they pull me out of my misery and lead me up to the sky, showing me the way to a new life, to a new world.

A land of pure darkness, thousands of miles away from you, where I shall finally find peace within myself. Where I shall finally be safe… Safe from you. Because every day, every hour, every moment spent by your side felt like death to me. Because the very moment I met you felt like being stabbed in the heart, and every time you spoke, and with every word you said, you pushed that dagger deeper in my flesh.

Now I am free. Free to run away to the gods who put me through such pain. Free to leave and never look back at yesterday.

But something is still keeping me in this place. Why can’t I just look away and break your gaze? Why wouldn’t you release me from this torture? Can’t you see I have suffered enough?

It is time for me to leave you my friend. The darkness of my heavens awaits, but you should never forget that I will still love you till the end. And the end for me, is long to come, as I will be resting for all eternity and I shall call it home.

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