With his bare hands, he firmly took a grip of my heart.
With his magic touch,my heart forgot how to breath and I sat still wondering how could such a man have such an effect on me.
Not only did my heart belong to him,but it was my soul that he touched.A touch that energized it and made it flap with happiness.
With his same bare hands,the firm grip clutched my heart tighty, and with no warning he stabbed at it with all his might..And I sat wondering where did this malicity came from.. Wondering how could he break everything we built from the first step..
Wondering how could the person who backed me up in every single move crush me down leaving me in the pit of dispair without a second glance.
His support,his promises,his memories have become no other than a vapor.
I do not deny that he brought the worst out of me.
I do not deny that his absence left a deep abyss in my heart. My dead heart.
I do not deny that everynight I'd sleep on a soaked pillow and wake up with puffy eyes.
On cold nights I'd walk miles never sensing the chillness for the temperature of my heart has dropped beyond antarctica's ice caps..
With steady steps I walk today
Away from a past full of slay
Away from burning memories and a huge play..
I can sense my throbbing heart who won't fall again twice.Not for him and not for anyone else.
My heart is all mine to heal now.
Of love,I am immune today.
