The cut that always bleeds
I was what they called a perfectionist. I had everything planned out and wanted a simple straightforward life. Things at home were hectic, disturbed, painful and heart-breaking. I decided that I wanted to stay away from all people that could possibly hurt me. For example, friends, extended family, judgemental neighbours and worst of all, the one I dreaded the most... love.
But of course, as any normal story goes, I was unable to steer clear of love.
I was unable to steer clear from him.
I let myself drown in merciless water, drown so deep, the surface was out of the question.
I let myself escape and wonder in his inequitable love, so blinded, so foolish.
I thought I could no longer drown.
But that day.
That one day.
That day ensured my belief.
That I would forever drown alone.
