Air whooshed against my balcony windows, shaking up the panes like it was a captive trying to break through. The locks on my door clicked, and in came a man with a crystal glass that held a liquid that was as dark as blood. He offered me the drink, and I refused.
I knew the likes of him. Every inch of his gloriously sculpted body and face screamed one thing- heartbreaker.
And tonight was not the night that I'd let myself fall into the arms of a creature that had two heads and used neither.
Tonight was the night I did the pushing and he does the breaking.
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"I know now that true power lies within the act of letting go, not getting back..."
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The Writer and Her Daydreams
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.
