l1vingdeadgurl

"these violent delights, have violent ends, and in their triumph die, like fire and powder which as they kiss, consume"

I once thought we were like Romeo & Juliet. A love story written in ancient literature, a forbidden, impossible love; yet so deep and electric, so strong & all consuming. Nothing could stop us from being together. I loved him, I loved his boys and everything he was.

Le Fil

Mi immortale, engraved in a silver ring with no beginning or end, like my love for him. All I kept thinking was I wished it was gold, or something really expensive so he would know how much I really loved him.

Like Juliet, I tried to drink the poison, but to no avail. Unlike Juliet, I awoke with the sunrise, without him, I awoke alone. I don't really believe in fairytales, never did before either. Through all my skepticism he changed everything.

I watch a truck go by, similar to his, and I remember. Remember him pulling up, his blue eyes and the way he looked in that t shirt. His smile and just slightly nervous laugh, how we fit together like puzzle pieces and how it felt.

Now that its over, and I'll never know that feeling again; I try to hang on to fading memories, of a dream untrue.