Truth Be Told, Eulogy For My Love

            You never came when I called. My beckoning need for you echoed and surrounded your inattentive ears, but you all but spat upon my outstretched hand as I began to bitterly lose hope of ever awakening to your return. Your pity games and cheap escapes were all you sought while I died in your eyes.

            It is such a disgrace to watch you arise from my grave. Reluctantly, yet still so willingly. All the same, as always, you win.

            Oh, but times are changing my love.

            So please, be my guest and trade us hearts. Maybe then you would feel something more than the oh too familiar performance of your self-assembled puppet strings. Although there is hardly any reason when neither is worth the lifeless beating, blood coursing through our undeserving veins. At least I acknowledge my pitiful dismay, while you’re running hand in hand with yours.

            You welcomed my downfall with no remorse for my loss. But Darling, I’ve finally grasped now that your loss was much greater. I hope the memories of me taunt you in your suiting grave, and maybe you’ll shed a tear for all we were. If only you were capable of such, your conjured lies may seem a lighter shade of black upon my thoughts.

            But why bother when your wilted flower, self-tear jerker speeches are for the worms?"if only they would find the time. Save your shallow breath for the words honesty may actually smile upon in recognition.

            Are you choking yet, darling?

            Sit back and lend me your eyes for the remainder of your fully fitting eulogy, where the scum would gladly be seeping from the ground beneath my feet than from the mouth of you. At least it would be accompanied by the worms, opposed to your self-denial in the form of false rebuilding yourself, all for the show.

Bravo, this solo audience is applauding your gun to my head.

            Is it really me you’ve always mustered up an inkling of attempt to fool? Or is it yourself in need of convincing, while you’ve allowed yourself to so easily slip away?

            Oh, and Precious, your double is a disgrace to the dead. Well, I guess that includes my sentenced crowd. Thank you again, so much, for letting me fall just in time to view front row as you took their hands and so willingly left my sight, over and over again. It was a lie when they said it hurts less over time. No, you in the form of repetitional abandonment was the melancholy death of me.

            I suppose this concludes your long due eulogy of years gone by. Though don’t for one mere second believe these are my only thoughts of you. Oh no, Darling surely not. I simply find you unworthy of another invoked word of venom, obscuring my mind and wasting my time.

            Do me a conclusional favor and go lay in your entitled grave.

            My fall from grace was your dust, your memory is mine.

Author's Note

Reviews are always welcomed! But please don't tell me to shorten it. I can't. Hahah :)

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Haha I love this part:
"So please, be my guest and trade us hearts. Maybe then you would feel something more than the oh too familiar performance of your self-assembled puppet strings."

Whew... cold, attitude, and emotion in this:
"You welcomed my downfall with no remorse for my loss. But Darling, I’ve finally grasped now that your loss was much greater. I hope the memories of me taunt you in your suiting grave, and maybe you’ll shed a tear for all we were. If only you were capable of such, your conjured lies may seem a lighter shade of black upon my thoughts."

Especially love this line in that part:
"I hope the memories of me taunt you in your suiting grave, and maybe you’ll shed a tear for all we were."

Hehe... love it:
"Are you choking yet, darling?"

Just wow:
" Sit back and lend me your eyes for the remainder of your fully fitting eulogy, where the scum would gladly be seeping from the ground beneath my feet than from the mouth of you. At least it would be accompanied by the worms, opposed to your self-denial in the form of false rebuilding yourself, all for the show."

Very nicely said, this holds a lot of real truth:
" It was a lie when they said it hurts less over time. No, you in the form of repetitional abandonment was the melancholy death of me."

And for the mind blowing ending, haha very very nice ending, love the structure:
"Oh no, Darling surely not. I simply find you unworthy of another invoked word of venom, obscuring my mind and wasting my time.
Do me a conclusional favor and go lay in your entitled grave.
My fall from grace was your dust, your memory is mine."

Excellent feelings in this, described in such a voiced manner that just creates the emotion building up and hitting each part so much in this. The power in the impact is so greatly delivered in words and structure. The title is well fitting, as well as the vocabulary and well used words and descriptions. Whew... some eulogy that is. Creative. Clever. Well done for sure.

[Archia]

"Do me a conclusional favor and go lay in your entitled grave." That line is just... amazing, just abdolutely amazing, it says so much. I really enjoyed this story, and all that it said.

[Danielle]

Every single word here is so descriptive & powerful. You did a really good job of expressing your emotions in this piece. Lovely job!

[Chris Yip]

Don't need to shorten it, it's okay. As usual well written and expressed. This time bitterness and sarcasm are the order of the day. Can you write more short stories like Polaris? I like to see more range in your writings as you have already mastered poetry!!! Keep up the good work.

[Arielle Ann]

I appreciated this....each line reflected sarcasm hatred after a heartbreak...and you did a wonderful job in expressing it...great!

[tanaya]

I love this... Great work!

[Charile]

I really like it. Great job

[Parashar]

it is nice