Running into her body was a constant state of affairs in my over-thinking mind.
The Law of Attraction worked unfavorably once again in my asking for it.
Timid I turned. Weakness I gave into. FOR PAIN WAS BROUGHT UPON ME ONCE AGAIN.
Pain cordial with love and deep longing.
Seeing beauty, I could not bear it. It hurt. Oh, it hurt.
Rummaging through my head that went into deleted thought.
Opened scars, still in the process of healing. She shouted; breaking walls building up for months.
Different was her look. The perfect display of a brush and paint colored her face.
Caught by surprise as I gazed. Shuttering winds hit hard, on a warm November day.
Her crown of brown-rooted red seemed forever glorious.
No song did I sing. My soul did not dance. I was not in happiness gazing upon her.
For I was reminded of failure and deceit. I was reliving shame, guilt, and pain. Tormented.
Tormented by all the stabs I received with a hot, sharp knife covered in comfort and assurance.
Timid I turned. Weakness I gave into. FOR PAIN WAS BROUGHT UPON ME ONCE AGAIN
About the Creator
Dylan S
I am an inspiring writer. I have always enjoyed writing with pen and paper. Jotting down my thoughts and my own constructs of reality and make-believe, and bringing them into the world. I enjoy writing and would love to get paid doing it.
Comments (1)
Nice one ☝️