Arrows piercing my heart. Trumpets of dead emotions blowing through the vacuum, and you were there in front of me, holding a knife. Unconsciously, you swung the item and you left me bloody and painted me red all over, with the knife pierced through my beating heart. I gasped to breathe but it was the rusty scent of my own life. I hugged you, and it pushed the knife all the way to my back. I felt your cheeks to mine. The warmth and beating of your living heart. Your summer-scented hair. Your broad shoulders under my chin. Your chilly and resonating exhales of pleading at the back of my ears. Your body that I held so dear. It was a fight between beautiful lies and ugly realities, both painful and tear-jerking. Everything's so precious that I held you so tight, it slowly killed me. I love you so much that I had to die. I want to be with you but destiny restrained me to follow you. It wasn't your fault, but my own carelessness.
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Emotion Speaks: Illusions and Aches
TilfeldigA collection of short literary works about emotions springing to life through words of a broken-hearted writer, one-sidedly loving a single man through years of admiration. Mixed works of real and imaginative words, scenarios will always give you t...
