|| A short story ||
I toss and turn at night, wishing you were here in my arms. Nonetheless, I cannot stand to be near you. You hurt my heart and I became the monster you wanted me to be. Now I must bid you adieu, for I have better things to do.
You wanted me to cry? You wanted me to mope? Well I refuse to. I am not going to waste my time on someone who didn't love me enough to stay. It is you who has lost more than I.
As I walk through the halls, I see you. I see the you that none could ever behold, the real you. I hold my head up high just to mock your cold and fragile shell. What was once caring and kind is now forgotten. You and your soft hair, your bright eyes, and magnificent smile. It's all gone. Not because of me, but because of you yourself.
All you've done to me, never forget it. You walked out of my life but I know you still think about me. Whether you like it or not, I am forever implanted in your mind.
Pure fire was what our love was, but I won't let it ever happen again. I am stronger than ever before and it's because of you. I learned from my mistakes but you have not, my dear. So read this over and over until your heart or your eyes hurt. Read it however many times you'd like, read it a thousand times for all I care. You will never correctly figure me out, even if you try. As the saying goes, if at first you don't succeed, try try again.

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