baby. darling. sweetheart. love. sunshine. my moonlight.
you called me with every speck of fond when she wasn't flowing through your veins;
when she wasn't being pricked into your blanket of skin like a bullet sending you into haze.
you smiled when you were with me but god, you were on cloud nine when she was into your blood feeling everything.
you felt satisfied when i sat with you to watch the sunrise in the sky but you felt radiant at the sunset knowing she was waiting for you.
you laughed and laughed and laughed. till your throat was sore. till the tears came out through your sparkly eyes.
you screamed about how much you hated this life; about how much you hated me for giving away everything so i could be yours; about how much you loathed your parents who abandoned you, from the day you were born, for money that wasn't going to last.
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but i hated it. i hated how sad you looked. i hated the pain that was seeping through you. i hated how your cuts were open; your tormented soul full on display like there no longer was any source of joy.
so, i decided to bandage your wounds by her. i decided to stuff her in those fleshy cuts so at least for now, you could feel anything but the sorrows embedded in your craving brain.
and,
how wrong was i,
thinking she was making you feel alive instead was taking away your life;
thinking she was blooming flowers of love in your veins but instead was turning you into a graveyard.
you always told me how there is beauty in pain.
alas, you became a masterpiece while she was your painter and i was just a mere spectator.
for,
your body was a garden full of wild lilies and she was a gardener replacing them with dead and lifeless weeds.
you were a cosmos full of galaxy of wonders and she was a black hole taking away everything but your blunders.
you were my everything but she was your one and only.
soon, her jealousy got into our way,
and my everything became nothing but a urn full of ash.
she was a devil masked in white resembling an innocent angel;
she was an evil cast upon our love like a cloud waiting to burst;
