darling,
you called.
it blows my mind how once that word means everything to me.
how i used to love the way it roll out of your tongue.
how estatic it made me feel when i heard you call me that.
now when all i heard that word,
all it does is bring me back to the tales of how you and i didnt make it.
it brings me back to all the time i tried and you didnt.
it drag me down to the pit of hole of bitterness that you created.
now darling,
its funny how one innocent endearment could stabs and crush your heart to million pieces.
now darling,
even typing the word down makes my heart ache and my hands trembled.
but darling,
i guess i am a masochist.
because all i ever wanted to hear was for you call me out once more,
and when you did,
make sure you look at me right into my eyes
and see
how you destroyed me,
- darling
YOU ARE READING
After The Sunset
Non-Fictionyou came in waves, but you never stayed. --- dedicated to you, the one who makes me realize that it doesn't take a bullet to kill someone. © Copyrights Reserved
