The memories slip through my fingers like sand. Their outline is well maintained, but what they contain seems very vague.
The last time I remember flipping through our wedding album was six months ago. Now it's gone. The familiarity of the promise we made to each other has burned out along with the photos that I've thrown away after they turned to ash. But you don't know it yet. You know nothing my love. But I'll show you what you've failed to show me.
The pain I felt was immense. I hope you'll feel it too.
The first time I realized your intentions and what you were doing to me, I cried without you near me. I cried like I had never before. I cried for me and I cried for us. But when you came along, I still stayed for us. I stayed for you and I stayed for my heart and in hopes to fix our path.
But what's the use of my heart when you have already ripped it apart? shredded the corners and stabbed all over the overflowing cuts.
It hurts.
Your wrongdoings eat me alive. They creep up my neck and threaten to escape as bile.
I will heal.
Don't come crashing down on me after I've left us behind. Just foolishly tell me that you're not sorry and that you'll never forget.
Do you love her? Like you loved me? When did you fall out of love with me?
It it was all a lie, what did you really mean...when you told me that I was like your very own butterfly?
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Provisions of Hell
Historia Corta"I will stealthily slip up on you in your nightmares and rip out your heart, like you did mine." ___________ Snippets of the rich and dark life of a cheating husband and a not so forgiving wife.
