Iwanttobeawriter Histoires

We lay back to back on the hospital bed while tubes are branching off me to machines,half an empty meter gap separating us and our love.Rather than a soothing warmth,I'm consumed by a stifling coldness in this hated relationship with that malicious,manipulative cow.My eyes gazed above dazing at the sky grey ceiling,asking myself why has she changed from a caring loving wife to a stranger?who mistreated one she used to love. I lean forward to lay a kiss which was planned to lay on her pale cold cheek,but she nudged my damaged porcelain collar-bond unaware of the effect it had on me;physically and mentally.Doesn't she acknowledge I'm fragile,I'm breakable and so is my wounded heart it's incapacitate I'm no longer the love of her life.shes neglected me,abandoned me like a old child's doll once loved and never again thrown to the corner with any other unwanted items ready to be thrown away.The tears begin to fall slowly on my peachy face as if rough water has occurred on top of my scars.