Chapter 12: End Game

Filled with entropy.

The vibrant fire is all but flickering,
Like slow burning embers that reveal the poignant truths in our relationship.

I can't f*****g breathe,
Thinking of what we had leaves me gasping.
Hope my scars feel like barbed wire,
Cutting deep into your every thought.

Tears begin to smear her makeup as they dance upon her face.
You drove me to this madness I am now,
This monster I've become.

Haven't been myself in months.
Haven't felt much at all lately.
Completely sober and I have never been so numb.

I fell in love with you.
Now I think I'm in love with a distant memory.

It's almost comical how we ended up here.
I mean we had it all together.
When did things get so convoluted?

The space between us grew,
And the fights got louder.
Arguing about the most trivial things.

Looking back, I think we fell for each other because we didn't love ourselves.
The empty pieces we filled for each other,
Until filling those gaps wasn't convenient anymore,
Until it became a hassle,
Until the mortar refused to support us any longer.

This isn't a game,
And there's no reset button.
I can't take back anything I've said or done,
And we're both far from innocent in this party of two.
I guess I just hope he loves you like I used to.

Author's Note

I feel at home with writing prose more so than with structure. We all need a little chaos to shake things up a bit. Any criticism is welcome. Thanks for reading.

Reviews

[Oscar Wilder]

Ah, for proper structure will ruin such breathtaking writing. Sober is numb, and numb is sober. Keep writing and soon both you and I might find that silver-lining, nirvana-like, the light at the end of the tunnel. Peace, my friend.

[dillonjensen]

See you there, mate.