I always end up loving the wrong people and loving them with my whole heart. My unrequited love goes unnoticed to your eyes. Some call it selfless, others brave, when really its foolish.
* * * * *
I want to drown in your ocean.
Don't lift me out.
Take me away on your waves.
Your crystal clear, shallow on the surface, but your heart is deep;
The depth of an endless abyss.
There, I want to drown.
* * * * *
Its true, I adored him. Perhaps too much for my own good.
I was wrong.
My actions were misunderstood, my feelings were betrayed and I am a skeptic once more.
As a whole, I think I'm less of an idiot. I'm no longer a child and I've had my own horrific, painful, heart wrenching induction into adulthood to prove it.
I am more cynical now, more cautious.
I am weary of men.
Of people who make promises they can't keep.
Of people who talk sweet, sugar oozing from their lips, but inside they're full of bitter bile and lies.
I am weary of prince charming. He may just be the devil in disguise.
Only until I see the mask removed, the veil lifted, the man broken, will I believe he has a soul and a heart that cares. A heart that feels.
I wear my own mask, painted to look like a person who cares, but under the mask, I am weary of the world; I watch it, observe, scrutinise and despise.
To be kind is the most defiant act in this wicked world, because you make the unrepentant remorseful, and the down trodden, strong.
A wolf in sheep's clothing. The cunning of a viper. The heart of a lion.
This is how I choose to exist now.
This is who I strive to be.
* * * * *
And now I stand on the shore alone.
The coarse sand peels the skin of my feet.
The ocean comes closer.
Violently, it crashes against the breath of the shoreline.
It does not trouble me that I could become part of it.
My blood is thick, hot, as it pumps through my veins reminiscent of the red on the clinging on my hand.
Reality is the reaper; killer of dreams, sower of fear.
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King of Swords - Flash Fiction/Short story collection
Short StoryStories I've written for uni or for myself. A variety of genres and lengths. There is no real linear theme connecting them, however, they all still feel connected to me.
