Red wedding with White rose pedals.

We smother each other. Its okay though.
I use my lungs for everything but breathing. So what is it hurting?
I mean its okay as long as you have the strength.
When I pass... tell them that I survived.
I survived to at least see twenty one hours of what I should have seen in my self all along.
It happens... so they say. I hope for a lot of things.
Static grabs my throat and never lets go.
Hope and lovers lay in a death bed. Only when they wish they were never wed.
A lot of thing I wish I had not heard said.
As always the answers are never in the "I hate you." 's that I hear.
Curses I care not to endure. I refuse to write.
When the smoke clears there will be a Red wedding, with White rose pedals.
They spell "I loved you, once upon a time..."

I hope you find comfort in this reader.
I hope this is meaningful to you.
It is only painful in an entire way to me.

Reviews

[Natalie C]

Omg Lee, this was so deep and yeah I am feeling the pain. there is nothing more heart braking than a love that had died. You described it so perfectly here in your piece but using such great imagery and mind blowing metaphors, specially the part about a red wedding.
So many thoughts came to mind with that one statement that I would refrain from going into everyone of them.

Great piece, the anguish perfectly visible, forcing your readers to feel ...