The setting sun sends a fiery glow across the glistening waves
The grains of sand cooling against the palms of my hands
"Hey Jordan" I ask, "Do you think that perhaps we can lead a life that's not this?"
"Why would there be such a need?" came her curt reply.
"This life of deception is making me weary.
Nothing is genuine anymore.
I don't even seem to know myself."
"Ares, it doesn't matter.
Look at how many riches we have.
Granted, half is given to-"
"Exactly. What's the point?
We set up a sensual façade for an audience,
Steal their treasures,
Then come back to live a second tiered life."
Jordan hummed quietly at the statement.
Her demeanor shifting from indifference to something else I can't quite place.
Awaiting for a response, a couple moments pass, but she stays silent.
My eyes scan the horizon, the deep orange slowly taking on a slightly red tinge.
My breath hitches. Red.
I glance back at Jordan, her eyes closed deep in thought.
My trembling hand reaches out, stops, and slumps back into the sand
Which now feel rather chilling than comforting as if foreshadowing some impending doom.
It's not a good idea. Nothing ever is.
The red aura blends with the blue sky, creating a dark deep purple.
To anyone else this would be a beautiful sight,
But to me it is just the giant bruise that will soon take place in my heart.
"JordanIloveyou" I say all in one breath.
My heart thundering, my body shaking, each heartbeat like an earthquake tearing at my core.
She opened her eyes slowly. Too slowly.
I already knew her answer.
"I'm sorry-" she starts to say
As she launches into a long winded explanation that I can't even hear.
The crashing of waves muted as I stare blankly into nothingness.
When I finally willed myself to move again, she was gone.
The bruising purple sky soon turned black.
The only light to be seen was the moon
Crescented into a mocking smile and forever branded into my wrist
A reminder of my failures, my loss, my heartache
And I sink myself into the darkness.
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Fairytales
PoetryA story about overcoming loss and that believing in hope is never always in vain. This poetry collection is written with alternating perspectives that eventually blend together to form a story of constant heartbreak.
