*Disclaimer - please don't compare my first draft with someone else's final copy, otherwise I dare you to do better - please don't use/edit my work without my express permission and please don't share it without it being credited and sourced back to me - this 'story' is fictional - I know it's not perfect, it was never supposed to be*
That’s what happens when you get your heart broken. You
become paralyzed. It takes years to build up trust but only a second to break
it. Her heart was shattered, each shard piercing her with every breath.
She never understood before, when others hearts were broken.
She said that that’s what happens with love, it breaks you. And she would
always laugh.
Now she gasped for air forgetting how to breathe and wanting
to scream because the taste of your mouth was so perfect but then so poisonous
and wretched. All she tastes in her mouth is acid, all she feels is the
mind-numbing pain that you caused, that you created because you could. Because
you didn't even care.
She lay in bed for hours, trying to gain the strength to
move. It never came to her.
Four months on and she can’t remember what it feels like to
not be haunted by you. Tainted by you. Shattered by you. She says she was
young, and unsure of what love even was back then. But she knows now. She knew
from the instant you left.
‘I’ll hate you someday’ she silently screams to herself as
she lies on her bed without you. Knowing that it’s better without you. But not
feeling it yet without you.
She questions why she ever loved you every day since. She
says she doesn't anymore. They all know that’s a lie. She loves you because you
made time go by, because you said you didn't know why but just knew that
together you were the perfect kind of trouble. She loves you and with that love
she consumes you and it makes her sick, sick with your bitter lies and the
burning fights and the pain you caused her that should put you behind bars. You
deserve to be behind bars. But they would never be strong enough because the
pain would still seep through into her peeling skin with your lies tattooed
onto her arms permanently imprinted on the shards of shattered heart that stain
her body with blood. The blood that you caused to seep out of her.
If loving you kills her then just know that she was ready to
die the day you said hello. We love the things that kill us. She thought it
would be a cigarette burn but you were a forest fire and you burnt her with
bleach from the inside out. Your words soaring through her like wildfire.
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