She slid to the
floor, back against the cold metal door.
The wind bit
and scratched at her bare arms, just like the hurt whispered at
her heart.
Her vision blurred
by the clouds of tears that she tried her best to keep in.
No matter how hard she bit at her lips to stop the tears, they
betrayed her body and raced down her face slowly taking the
mascara along with it.
It had been a hot day, the sun out happily in the blue sky.
Birds sung, trees swung and all things round her were
beautiful.
But that was it, it was only the things around her.
Inside she was torn apart like muscle torn off a bone by a
vulture.
That’s what he
was. A vulture.
The thing that so hungrily stalked her and consumed her like she
was his lifeline. Supposedly she was what he breathed for, what
he would give his life for.
He was hers and she was supposed to be his. He on the other hand
was a monster who thirsted for more than what she could
offer.
He thrived on her despair and dwelled in her pain.
He would bathe in the blood that dripped from her heart if he
could.
Too bad, his lack of humanity took over and ripped her heart into
shreds.
She was never always a fragile girl, but after him she turned
into an empty shell.
A shell of black lifeless hair, brown tired emotionless eyes and
lips to worn out from biting them.
She sat on the blue tiled floor with her heart – which she
once wore on her sleeve proudly – broken into tiny glass
pieces that cut her as she tried to piece them back together.
You see though, it wasn’t his fault his existence was a
riddle and a lie all wrapped in one.
It wasn’t his fault that he walked in the hallways hiding
the monster he knew himself to be.
It was hers!
She knew that the brown hair hidden under his beanie was just a
cover up for the mystery the brown eyes that boyishly glinted
under his glasses held.
She knew loving him was trouble, not only because she
didn’t know what love was but because she had no idea why
she wanted to love him.
Bringing her legs to her chest she felt the hand of loss wrapping
itself around the caucus of her once functioning heart and
squeeze.
Its fingers causing indents making it hard for her to
breathe.
She knew that without a doubt she could never recover from
this.
He was hers and she
was supposed to be his.
