unloved

A Story by mystic

My broken heart sears the skin of anyone that attempts to put it back together again. The black flames grow hotter as he continues to walk farther and farther from my grasping hands. the hands that were once intertwined with his, now hold nothing but this silver dagger drenched with blood, his blood, the blood of the one who left me. the flames that once surrounded my broken heart are extinguished as i raise the dagger for another fatal blow.....