When Forever Came to an End... 💔
Nov 5, 2020 19:12:38 GMT -5
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Post by ☠VooDoo ☠on Nov 5, 2020 19:12:38 GMT -5
Relationships don't come with a warranty and being in love is no guarantee of a happy ending - Jonathan Tropper
We have been poisoned by fairy tales. - Anais Nin
I sat there listening as he held my hand and told me everything. Each word that came out… a crushing weight built on my chest until it felt like it was going to smother me. The blow crushing.
My body...
My heart…
My soul…
Became numb.
My heart…
My soul…
Became numb.
He loved me, the idea behind me and what I stood for…
But he didn’t love me.
He loved me for the three perfect children I gave him.
He loved me for the home I built for him.
He loved me for the world I attempted to give him.
He loved me because I was the One Constant thing in his life he knew he could count on.
He listed all the ways and reasons he loved me…
But yet... didn’t really love me.
I could already feel the shield I had let down so long ago, on what made Me… Me... going back up. It’s protectiveness slipped over me like a thin veil of teflon coating to protect me for what was to come. I should thank my parents for fucking on Valentines Day to make sure that I was born in November for that particular little trait.
I mean, how are you supposed to feel? When your world and life that you built comes crashing down like a falling house of cards around you?
What are you supposed to do, when a man fakes love for you for all these years? How do you tell someone, who has loved you and dedicated their whole life to you and making you happy… thanks for your efforts, never really loved you anyway, but I am giving you everything as a consolation prize. Tell the kids I am staying over at uncle Jacks.
I can hear it now.. Just as soon as it becomes public… because let’s face it, I am pretty sure everyone, including myself, knows what’s been going on lately; it’s not rocket science. No one can keep a secret in this business. The grapevine is always whispering each dirty little secret it picks up in an effort to impress people with it's secret knowledge.
Everyone is just sitting back, watching and waiting, waiting to see how I am going to react and what I am going to do...
On the verge of no return, why'd you keep fucking it up?
Don't want to have to bury you, but nothing seems to get through your skull
One day the only butterflies left will be in your chest
As you march towards your death, breathing your last breath
Don't want to have to bury you, but nothing seems to get through your skull
One day the only butterflies left will be in your chest
As you march towards your death, breathing your last breath
I hate to say "I told you so", but look how the bruises show
Past the point of rescuing, why'd I keep pushing my luck?
The hole I wore into your soul has got too big to overlook
One day the only butterflies left will be in our chests
As we march towards our death, breathing our last breath
I thought we had a future, but we ain't got a chance in hell
The hole I wore into your soul has got too big to overlook
One day the only butterflies left will be in our chests
As we march towards our death, breathing our last breath
I thought we had a future, but we ain't got a chance in hell
When he was done... We sat there for the longest time; me, just staring straight ahead as the room began to slowly darken with the setting of the sun as I let everything slowly sink in and him, just silently holding my hand and allowed it to sink in.
Until I said... okay.
I don’t know which of us was more shocked by my response… or my lack of response. I think we both expected me…
To shout…
To cry…
To cry…
To rage...
But all I did was sit there and look at him and say okay.
All this time and all I could say was…
Okay.
What could I say? It was a done deal. The words had been said, there was no turning back. You cannot unring the bell once it’s been rung. My feelings, not relevant.
Sorry, it had to be this way, hope you can forgive me one day.
“ Maybe he will write a song, become the next Taylor Swift? “
“ Maybe he will write a song, become the next Taylor Swift? “
With one final squeeze of my hand and a kiss to my forehead… he turned and walked away.
So tell me, how's it gonna feel without my arms wrapped around, wrapped around you?
Bet it feels pretty real when your skin starts to peel from the bone
You were dead to the world, now I'm dead to you
Haunting your own house, nothing to lose
I let you sink your fangs so deep, ah
You know I can't breathe on my own (You know you can't breathe on your own)
Bet it feels pretty real when your skin starts to peel from the bone
You were dead to the world, now I'm dead to you
Haunting your own house, nothing to lose
I let you sink your fangs so deep, ah
You know I can't breathe on my own (You know you can't breathe on your own)
How can I breathe on my own? (How can you breathe on your own?)
I sat there...
Alone...
In the silence…
Listening to the ticking of the clock and remembering all his words for what seemed like forever, but I am sure was only minutes. One showed up and poured me a glass of wine. Vincent called him. I don’t know why, maybe it was… just in case? Just in case for what? One and I have been close over the years; he’s listened to me ramble for years, maybe Vin thought I needed someone to ramble to?
I don’t know.
I think I will just sit here and watch as the sun goes down on the day that…
...Forever came to an End.
The sun is setting on our love, I fear
Letting our loneliness out, into the atmosphere
The tide is turning on, our chance to turn it 'round
Letting our loneliness out, into the atmosphere
The tide is turning on, our chance to turn it 'round