Ends the same...

I wrote this at the beginning of my memorable week ;) but then finished it at the end of the week. I'm sure you can tell where it took a turn..haha

The anticipation and adrenaline were intoxicating drugs to her poor withered system. Years of misery, insecurity and hopelessness, she couldn't help but get addicted. She finally felt adored and wanted and alive, her body ached with desire so great she felt like she could burst from it at that very moment. Maybe he was just balm to her bruised soul, or maybe this was the real thing but she didn't want to think about it. She was stealing time for herself, greedily storing the memories and feelings. Selfish, maybe, but much deserved. Electric needles traveled over her skin whenever she thought about him. She had gone so long with even a glimmer of hope that she latched hungrily onto the joy, not wanting her world to go dark again; not yet. Even though she knew deep down it would end the same way; she would be forgotten; used and tossed aside when the newness wore off and left to her own black world, the memories fading until she hardly remembered anything at all. She buried those thoughts and focused on how he made her feel. Her heart pumping with excitement and desire, she turned the corner and felt her dreams smash into her face and explode around her. Breathless betrayal tightened her chest and she squeezed in a breath. He stood there without a care in the open looking down at a beautiful blonde, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and laughing at something she had said. It was natural...so intimate that she knew it was more than flirtation. She wanted desperately to believe it wasn't true, that she wasn't witnessing this surreal scene from afar. But it was and it was her fault for getting caught up...because she had known that it would end the same....

Reviews

[Blue Cavalla]

This is a great little piece of writing. Your flowing style is very easy to read and your language pulls you through the passage. I love how her feeling are what introduce and make up the passage then we're given our first glimpse of her through his eyes towards the end then back to a poetic stream of consciousness.

Blue

[Emza S]

I really love this one. The words seem to flow effortlessly for you. I'm not sure if that's true, but that's how it seems, and that's so wonderful. You are a wonderful poet, and I love your writing.