She tried. Hell, she fucking tried, to stay away from him. From he who stole her heart, held it within his very palms, examined it with interest, and when it ceased to be a curious thing, let it plummet right down. She could remember, exactly when it happened. There was no one there to pick up a single piece, not a soul. There was no shortage, however, of people making useless efforts to plaster bandages over broken glass. She could only watch, as though from afar, as her skin tore, and she bled and bled. The excruciating pain of the gaping hole in her chest. Every night was a banquet for the demons in her head. She felt worthless, undesirable, and unloved. Yet, lying awake every night for that period of time wondering why she was not good enough, was not enough to cease all contact with him. She wanted him back so badly, and nothing he or anyone else could do or say, would convince her otherwise. He wanted back in, she said yes. Every stolen moment with him made her smile, even if for the briefest of moments. She could only attempt to kid herself that she was capable of holding her feelings back, but deep down it was apparent that this man had taken up residence in her soul, and would not be leaving for a while.
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Heartbreak Hotel
RomanceAn ode to my love for you, as a form of validation of everything between us, no matter how brief a time our paths have crossed. ~Till we meet again, my love. {Nothing here is pretty, nothing here is structured. Some are pieces of poetry, others del...
