Dedicated to my ex who's not really my ex—thanks for stringing me along for two years, you taught me something really important;
I really WAS better without you.
xoxo, Shy
When we first met I was not naïve, exactly,
—never Love's victim—
believed to be blessed with discerning clarity.
Despite such pride, to your facade,
blind was I, so naïve,
I must have been, indeed.
When we first met a seductive lie,
—a reflection of magnetic hopes and dreams—
the needle which pricked the eye.
Was it by denial? Or does Love only destroy?
Affection's careful affectations
consuming without consideration.
When we first met the world seemed
illuminated by the wondrous, the sublime,
and your name was joy, an image, outlined and defined.
Until every smile
became your personal right,
waxing and waning like the moon's light.
When we first met around every corner
there lurked Love, but now
there's only you, heartless mourner.
Treading on a graveyard of hearts
laid bared and broken, hunted;
prey lost in the dark.
When we first met this seemed a romance
to be filled with heart.
However, that was
merely downfall's start.
YOU ARE READING
The Veil: a short story
Short Story...a seductive lie, Was it by denial? Or does Love only destroy? ...the world seemed illuminated by the wondrous, the sublime, and your name was joy, an image, outlined and defined. When we first met this seemed a romance to be filled with hear...
