BREAK UP 101

A PICTURE DEVOID OF IMAGE

This is it! Not the Michael Jackson come- back shows but rather the last tweak of a falling branch. The culmination inform of a confession with little regard of neither the conceived perception nor the supposed intention. Not guided by the motivation to mention but rather the desire for redemption.

When the unwritten rules have been broken, the untold truth laid out in the open and a heart left in torment, I take solace in putting these words to paper. Not as a measure of skill but as a token for the wounded lest it be forgotten.

How long can I nurse this wound that oozes from your fatal venom? Asked between Seeing you again and facing the guillotine I would choose the latter as the pain derived could probably save me from the impending misery of your loathing sight.

Am going to suck it up and swallow every ounce of it but just so you know, I despise you!! I hate you for stealing a part of me. My desecrated heart could speak better but it has since taken leave only to be replaced by a void where love can no longer reside.

I hate that I still love you and thrive under some desperate yearn that someday you will come back and tell me that it was just a drill. How could you not get it? Or maybe you had some prerequisite for love which I clearly didn’t fulfill.

I saw it coming, watched it land but I still can’t wrap my head around how it took off. Why? I ask extend me that courtesy before I bow out gracefully. Is it so much to ask for some disclosure just to get some closure? , Was this predicament my own doing? , was it really love or some short lived infatuation.

Ease my mind off this turmoil before it wrecks havoc and screws me up for good. Help me sleep and discard this nightmares where your grotesque images seek to drag me into the dark abyss, where am haunted by silhouettes lurking in the dark.

I should have known you didn’t care but irrespective of your revamped attitude thank you for the best breakup I never had. I will come out stronger though I didn’t conquer. I rest my thoughts from continued ponder and reserve my wits to watch from across the border. Karma is a bit** and the witch is yet but done with your stitch.