"My love is lost. I held it as a handful of sand, clenching my fist to hold it there. Yet, bit by bit, it slipped through my strainging fingers. Now, nothing but memories of every smile, every kiss, and, above all, every word. For 'twas not into my ear you whispered but into my heart. 'Twas not my lips you kissed, but my soul, And when I opened my tired hand and found my love was gone I trembled and died. I struggle to hide my deadness. To conceal the emptiness in my eyes, that sparkle with tears always so close but never come. My mind quivers and screams, fight, fight to live, but why? My handful of existence has vanished. My love is lost, My love is lost." ~ Judy Garland
You were this intoxicating elixir,
this heady,
enthralling,
substance.
I couldn't get enough,
captivating every part of me,
electrifying every nerve ending,
in my entire body.
But your greatest weapon,
your words.
They could slice like a blade,
and caress like a lover.
Do you remember?
Do you remember Logan.
When you held me,
as we lay naked in bed,
so closely,
I thought for a second,
we would meld into one.
Indistinguishable,
one and the same.
Do you remember,
what is was,
that you promised.
I do.
Three words.
Eight letters.
An eternal promise,
just one more thing,
besides my heart,
my mind,
my spirit,
and my body,
that your broke.
The only thing,
I can think of,
worse than those words,
are your last ones.
They cut me open,
right to my core,
leaving only,
this ungodly agony,
this aching affliction,
such tormenting anguish.
Those words,
are burned into my soul.
Five syllables,
three words,
fourteen letters.
"Delilah it's over."
It shattered something,
deep within me.
Something,
I wasn't aware,
I had.
Not atleast,
up until that very moment.
You broke something,
that had been whole,
before the phrase,
had left your seductive lips.
And we never talked again.
Oh god.
Oh fuck,
I can't do this.
I'm choking on these words,
choking on this ink,
I've got a noose around my neck,
I shouldn't have let you in.
Fuck it.
Your killing me,
And you don't even know it.
How can you not know.
-Delilah
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a tragedy of some kind
Algemene fictieP.S. I wish I never loved you. Oh how I wish -Delilah He burned like the sun, blazing from the tips of her fingers to her toes. He was like a weed that entangled her obtruding ribcage, intertwining her lungs, drawing out every ounce of breathe. She...
