(no subject)
You were good to me. So much so that I trusted you with everything: my worries, my fears, my joy--in the end I gave you my heart.
You told me so many things, about yourself, about how you felt about me. You told me I was the best thing that ever happened to you, that your heart was mine. You told me you loved me, and will love me always. You said you wanted to marry me and spend the rest of your life with me --- you said I complete you.
We were each other's destiny, fated to be together by a stroke of luck that led us to each other, when the chances of our meeting was practically zero. We were soul mates, you said. We complete each other.
You left me without a word one day. You disappeared, and I fell. You were the pain. You ripped out a part of me and left me with this gaping hole in the center of everything.
I was completely lost in the haze of pain, and you weren't there with me even when I looked for you hard enough for my eyeballs to drop out of their sockets. You left me alone to deal with what was left, to pick my way barefoot out of a house with floors filled by broken glass.
If you had loved me you wouldn't have lied. If you had loved me you would never have disappeared, you would never have walked away and left me to deal with my pain alone. You wouldn't have been the one to make me crawl through hell and shed tears that scalded my heart, you wouldn't have been the one to make me wish for death and yet revel in the pain I was feeling, because it was the only thing telling me I was still alive.
But I guess love does come with a price. I am more in-love now, than I have ever been.
You told me so many things, about yourself, about how you felt about me. You told me I was the best thing that ever happened to you, that your heart was mine. You told me you loved me, and will love me always. You said you wanted to marry me and spend the rest of your life with me --- you said I complete you.
We were each other's destiny, fated to be together by a stroke of luck that led us to each other, when the chances of our meeting was practically zero. We were soul mates, you said. We complete each other.
You left me without a word one day. You disappeared, and I fell. You were the pain. You ripped out a part of me and left me with this gaping hole in the center of everything.
I was completely lost in the haze of pain, and you weren't there with me even when I looked for you hard enough for my eyeballs to drop out of their sockets. You left me alone to deal with what was left, to pick my way barefoot out of a house with floors filled by broken glass.
If you had loved me you wouldn't have lied. If you had loved me you would never have disappeared, you would never have walked away and left me to deal with my pain alone. You wouldn't have been the one to make me crawl through hell and shed tears that scalded my heart, you wouldn't have been the one to make me wish for death and yet revel in the pain I was feeling, because it was the only thing telling me I was still alive.
But I guess love does come with a price. I am more in-love now, than I have ever been.