"The hardest thing is watching someone you love, love someone else." ~ Someone
I wonder if he knows.
That I know.
That he was with her.
Before he stopped being with me.
I wonder if he kisses her.
The way he used to kiss me.
Do you think he does?
I suppose you do.
Why else would he leave me.
Unless her kisses burn down to his
soul.
Did he ever love me,
I sometimes wonder,
Your right.
He probably didn't.
I wish it would stop.
The part of me that I no longer possess.
The part he carries,
wherever he goes.
I wish it would disintegrate,
into nothingness.
I wish I could,
I really do.
I wish I could stop my heart beating for him.
It's as if,
I no longer control it.
Mind or body.
Instead they control me.
I am simply a face in the crowd.
Watching it all unfold before me.
Never seeing whats around the corner,
only knowing,
that it will be my body,
my mind,
that suffers all the knocks and bumps.
-Delilah
YOU ARE READING
a tragedy of some kind
General FictionP.S. I wish I never loved you. Oh how I wish -Delilah He burned like the sun, blazing from the tips of her fingers to her toes. He was like a weed that entangled her obtruding ribcage, intertwining her lungs, drawing out every ounce of breathe. She...
