My greatest mistake was making you more important than me. I made you my World. In the midst of creating this World, I lost sight of me. You became my everything. Unfortunately, you are rather volatile. You held a charisma that is dark and entralling as the black leather jacket that has defined you for me. The aroma that you withheld enticed me into further seduction. Your warm skin, your brown eyes, they became a part of the mystery and plucked on the cords of desire. I felt included by you, like I strangely belonged with you. My loyalty became so much yours, that even in your absence the connection never failed. The absence! the departure that brought me to thirst, that’s when this World fell apart with just as much intensity as the joy and love that built it. Before long, this World became your open door. I would wait for your return as an excited child, while the excitement would slowly fade to disappointment and a state of void, which was as deep as the soul I left for your taking. I felt myself dying for a second time, the first time was when I fell so hard for you that I lost sight of me, Can you imagine the terror of giving away! the Heart, what a trickster – and now, the World I built has turned to nothing, the blow of a realisation, that what I thought as mine,truly never was and probably can never be. Phew! What triumph!?
Oh damn, this hurts so bad, imagine being a part of the very apocalypse? The very meaning of a happily ever after comes crashing down to a never after and the moist soil around you,smells of death and destruction.
I inhale, I am alive. I have Rage by my side.