That moment, when you realize that true love isn‘t a fairytale and you touch your white knight in shining amour. Only to watch it immediately fade to black and vanish. Your heart turns from a vibrant red to a smokeless white. Your lungs exhale grief in the form of cinders and ash.

Your eyes bleed salty tears without signs of cessation.

Your soul believes, beckons, bargains, and breaks.

over and again.

daily.

the constant silence, rattles your memories.

They bounce around and cripple your thoughts.

You can’t scream.

You can’t cry.

And you can never have that love that was ripped from your grasp. By the very human being who offered it to you in the first place.

You are powerless.

You are broken

You are battered

and you are dead

both inside and out.