Sardonic MelancholyA Story by Jane DoeGolden hair EGOTIST.
Did I fear you? Albatross Why did I flee? You gave my malady a name. Love. I owe me. You owe me. I owe you. Possibly have I fallen for you? Quite harsh. May was filled with tears... my lover (or dare I not call you a lover?) what should I call you then we never fell under a word that could identify us... what we did... What we were... What you still are carved in my doomful thoughts... Oh what a miserable lie have I lived. Your words were always the ones that put me to sleep.
Insomnia.
Madness.
Anxiety.
That’s how you left me.
And there by the endless corner of the street I lay cold and broken uttering with these words. STOP.
I scream back to my thoughts.
I don’t need those images of you anymore. Your eyes that were full of deceit. What a beautiful lie. In the augmented tales there's always this happy harsh ending ironic may it seem but yet broken. Will the fact that you're in front of me right now ease this enormous pain? Well I doubt. Your remains are still inside of me as if buried under a tomb of an aching heart.
Leave.
Now.
Flee
Good-
Bye.
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3 Reviews Added on May 15, 2009 Last Updated on May 16, 2009 AuthorJane DoeAboutI am eighteen years of age and growing up is my biggest fear. I am a total mess nothing in my life goes as planned , but I am content. I cant drink something if there aren't 3 ice cubes in it. if th.. more..Writing
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