The Lips Sadden Me

A Story by midiel

Those tears were my abominations. Your confessions, I had no fear.

My foolishness for missing the lips, love I can never harvest. Knowing it all along, you are something below my boundaries. Below, my lady, below it is. This great proper love I have waiting to spill is not yours all along. But I’m waiting and the waiting is long. And to believe you’re the queen, haunted me like a kitten before sale.

It kills. This feeling kills me. I was waiting, hoping for you solely. When you confessed, there was no me there like I was bounded to be alone and you were not affected at all. You’re invincible because he was there smitten in your brain. It is my problem, my difficulty and never would it be yours.

Were you hurt? Hurt?

You broke my heart.

And that lips, if I ever to taste the sweetness again, shall only embrace mine when it's me you wish.