Die, Please?

Men suddenly are boys again.

I watch as your silhouette deceives me, but not the rest of us. 

The light I casted upon my expectations created false shadows.

I did believe I could do something, and become something more for once. 

Something that could at least occupy a small time frame in your life. 

But it seems that you ran away again. 

Maybe I didn't try good enough. 

After all, something easily became more important, didn't it?

Maybe I needed wings. 

With you, I allowed you to clip them. 

You chained me to your glove, in your palm. 

Placed me on misconceived emotions, and broke my heart so that I'd never leave. 

Limp, and half dead you left me there. 

To die, and to strive on my own. 

You didn't even stay to watch, now did you? 

You left me alone, I guess you really can't look into the eyes of whom you killed. 

You wanted someone who would trust you with everything, and someone who could bend to your will without hesitation.

Well, I was the one. 

But it wasn't fun when the one you were bending knew, and allowed you to do it. 

Silence is needed when killing something. 

Silently stalking every movement, sign of distress, acknowledgement of your plans. 

Makes sense that'd you give up when the prey caught on. 

It's also so funny, that I knew this was coming. 

I had my plans as well, but you could never truly tell. 

Because why would someone who loved someone so much, do that to the other?

Well, for the simple fact of pent up rage, and revenge. 

Trust, I had. 

Confidence, I had. 

Determination, I had. 

I had everything to strike you down from your chair of benevolence. 

but you ran away, again. 

While as I sit here in true silence. 

I feel as if you are planing. 

Maybe the destruction of yourself. 

I know I am. 

Maybe if you were dead, I wouldn't have to worry anymore. 

That's what you should do, and should have done in the first place. 

Die already, please?

Author's Note

I don't know what this is, really.

Reviews

[Aiden]

Very interesting piece, Larul. I actually like it even though you are not sure what it is. Sometimes those are the best pieces. I often find that when I show my work, people tend to be drawn to the almost thrown together pieces rather than the ones I put my soul into, interesting. Maybe the ones without thought have a little more soul than we know.

[Larul]

It's just pent up emotions.~ A reverie of sadness, mixed with epic rage. Would you consider it a free verse poem? Maybe just a story. Hm. I put my emotions into my writing, with somewhat my soul. Since I go into somewhat of a trance when I write wondrous works.

Your review is highly appreciated. Thank you!~