A short paragraph I wrote from the heart. |
Empty. My hollow heart mourns for you, with each beat slowly aching, dying for you. Where are you? My soft tender skin and once glistening eyes are now just a dull shadow of my thoughts and feelings, as I am slowly and subtly left behind. I scream and cry for you, my shaking hand clutching at my heart, tears wavering their way down my frowning cheeks. But you didn't hear me. Your back turned, I fall to the ground, crying, wallowing in misery. I bury my helpless face into my hands, and as I desperately cry, smooth black tears run down my face.. My ripped black skirt falls neatly around me as I choke out my tears. My arm desperately reaches out for you, clinging to the air around you. Do not leave me. My fist clenches but all I can feel is air. I beg you, plead with you, cry for you to stay with me, but you cannot hear me. I can see you, your delicate frame a silhouette in the darkened room, lit only by a solemn candle. As the sorrowful tears leave my body, do you notice? My heart beat slows and I am drained of all joyful feeling. How could you leave me like this? Hesitantly, I see your outline growing smaller, as you step away from me, leaving me in a puddle of my own misery, leaving me to sink deeper into a dark sorrowful place. I cry out your name, both arms reaching for you, but I can't seem to gather the energy to stand up. Hopelessly dying for you, I bring my hand to my encaged heart, feeling it burn out inside me. Slowly but surely, your fragile outline disappears into the distance. Gone. My tear soaked face crumples as I call out for you to come back, to take me with you. But you cannot hear me. Weakly, my distressed and saddened voice whispers to myself. I love you. |