What is it about her? Was it the way her hair fell down her back like a waterfall? Was it the way her large hips swayed from left to right in her six inch stilettos? Or was it just simply the fact that I wasn't good enough and you just started to look through applications and conduct interviews without giving me a termination date? Instead you decided to rip my heart from inside my body, pulled it out and yet it was still beating very faintly for you. My heart is out my chest leaving me breathless to the point that I was having an outer body experience. No words were able to come to my mind as I stood here and just sat back and rewind the memories on repeat in my head. Endless tears that feel like weights falling down my face as they hit the floor till it feels like an earthquake because my world has been shaken up. I go and start to do the compare and contrast between me and her; because the person you so desire then maybe for once I can be the person that you want. Now I'm just a hollow empty entity with no soul because you took everything from me. As I look through the photo album of my memory and that makes it hurt that much more because now instead of having your smile appear in my head all I see is her. Oh how I wish I could embody what she has, but then that would mean I would have to shed skin, pluck each hair one by one, and morph myself into a different being as if I’m some kind of alien. It's as if I’m on this battlefield all alone and I’m losing this war. No soldiers on either side and now I’m out of amino to keep fighting this one sided war. Now that I'm left with the aftermath, I have to pick up the pieces and start over once again. Now comes the internal battle that I will face; the question is who will win myself or the version of me that once was there?
You gotta remember, reality doesn't hurt, delusion does. I wrote this because you piece seems so much to be based on real life experience. I want to get on my soapbox, right off the bat. But, then again, maybe you are very observant.
This piece speaks to me, the feeling of perhaps rejection? feeling compared to and tossed away. Being one of many possible "candidates" yet you weren't given a proper chance to prove yourself. Where do you find the inspiration to write such heart wrenching pieces my friend? You truly have a talent with analogies and word choice. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you so much for the comment. I try to not think too much about it and just let the words flow.
Hello NelliKong, I think this piece effectively describes your feelings about this experience you endured. Your usage of metaphorical language, such as similies, illustrates how strong your emotions are. For constructive criticism, I would suggest practicing condensing your thoughts into fewer words.
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1 Year Ago
Thank you for the comment. I appreciate your thoughts.
She may have torn her heart out too but women like that don't show up for no reason. Paint her even if it's in charcoal. They are usually muses. Muses have some of the worst lives. They die alone.
All I can offer, all I can say, is best summed up by the late Chris Cornell (Temple of the Dog, Sound Garden, & Audioslave) in his song Be Yourself ... Sadly, Chris apparently failed to take his own wisdom's advice ... I do hope that you will! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RmNMjuN07g
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Thank you I appreciate the comment
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Please do listen to the song's link, as it does, indeed of fact, contain much pertinent wisdom's inf.. read morePlease do listen to the song's link, as it does, indeed of fact, contain much pertinent wisdom's information that is important to each and every Human Life ... I shall get round to reading a bit more or your dear heart set to pen of page ... The adventure, thus far, has been pleasantly enjoyable ... Thank you!