You finally said the words that made my world came crashing down. You simply had to draw the line. How many times have I dangled that rope right before your very eyes, I couldn’t bring myself to remember; yet you refused, time and again, to grasp it or even give it a single glance.
You left me all alone to feel the pain. I’ve tried desperately not to succumb further into the quagmire of emotions, yet I had to wallow in hopelessness and self-pity. I was powerless to fight the darkness that was slowly eating my very core and had to surrender to the animosity of desolation.
I know in my heart that you will haunt me forever, but I have to wake up and accept the truth that there is no one else here but me.
A broken heart is what makes life so wonderful five years later, when you see the guy in an elevator and he is fat and smoking a cigar and saying long-time-no-see. – Phyllis Battelle
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