Catharsis

ashes.

H E R

[the day before she died]

they lied.

there is nothing beautiful about a soul who has dealt with the demons that killed what was left of her, and is tainted by a deceitful conspirator who has tricked her into falling in the hands of immorality. her naïvety blinded her, to the point that she killed herself, trying to see if the flowers she's been looking for would spill. maybe there's still something left worth holding on to.

she clings to hope like her lifeline, even

if it never saved her.

(found next to her lifeless body)

[the day after]

there was only blood.

it was everywhere.

[a year later]

My body turned to ashes.

i think how we end up in death mirrors our worth, and from this standpoint

i am nothing.

no wonder you chose her.

H I M

she was never a choice.

light is intangible, and yet you managed to radiate it's ethereal quality. there were stars in your eyes, and they shined as if the world depended on you for the air you breathe to keep circulating within you.

as i am nestled on your grave holding flowers, i could still see how you were before your unexpected demise.

why have you never seen that everything about you is beautiful?

i guess there were no flowers that spilled because you gave each and every one of them to the people whom you thought could be trusted. you chose me as one of them, and not knowing it's immeasurable value is my deepest regret.

i took the wonder you are for granted.

please, forgive me

you relied on me to save you,

but i was too late.

i love you,

and as the ruler of this vast,

intricate universe lives on,

will always do.