you bit into those luscious red ruby pomegranate seeds like the way you had stepped into my life, and discarded the rest of the fruit just as simply as you had walked out.
(were you even a part of my world, or have i always been stupidly delusional?)
pathetic.
you kissed my chapped lips and lured me into your black-as-an-ink-blotch-smeared-onto-crisped-burnt-pages for an excuse of a life. foolish how i thought you gave me a freeway ticket to hang stars down your charcoal sky when all this time you had tied me down my own world — bleeding me and calling it lovely, bruising me and finding it pretty.
but i am past that, and i write this not to reach out and surrender an empty hand to hold, but to crush the past with the very hand i write this — crush it, tear it, and discard, just as you did with my heart.
.•°✧.*•○
inspired by hades and persephone (istg i'll never get tired of them)
