The Cold Heart

The overflowing thoughts of him made my heart fall to the depths of the earth. In this place, there was no light, only deepening darkness. Pain seemed to wrap around it and tear it from its life, beautiful blood spilling over the sides and into the void.

It was thought to be impossible, a belief inserted into my mind that haunted me in my worries. And yet, still, false promises and deceit seemed the absolute truth. Could it be? Is this the final act he has planned? Or will it continue repeating again and again until the ugly pattern is finally seen?

In my misunderstanding, I felt it was my fault. This reel of unending sequences. At times I would open my skin just to redirect this feeling of being unworthy, watching my wrist cry instead of my eyes. And it would work, my mind feeling nothing but complete emptiness.

At the end of this wistful dream and nightmare, he would stand dressed in his black, throbbing toxicity. He sang madness with his words and couldn't hold them back. He could never spare me that song of deleterious tones.

And with that, the person I loved was no more.