Chronicles of a Broken Heart
Meeting him seemed the sweetest thing; smiles to myself, a
rush of excitement at our conversation that day, the unrelenting desire to see
him again, to talk to him in our fast becoming nightly sessions. Before I knew
it I was hooked; he became my obsession; my words kept finding their way back
to him, he commanded my thoughts and turned me into this sickeningly happy
person. But competition was in the air, secretly I relished it; the fact that
he paid close attention, the notion that desires for my attention were
multiplied.
Many things changed after that; involuntarily trading one
admirer for the next, playing the dangerous game even in the presence of a
wounded heart. The core was under attack though I dared not show it, but each day
proved to weaken, as did his constant presence. Yet I still yearned for it,
even in the face of betrayal.
Where did the lines get crossed? I feel like a fool. I
trusted but yet I didn't. I desired because I was desired first. I did nothing
yet pay the consequences. Turning cold one minute then melting the next. I was
lost, I didn't know; hungry for knowledge and closure. Yet a vengeful and
wounded heart would not not rest, it
sought to to hurt…… but had little ammunition against the adversary; save a
small arsenal that I refused to use. I knew not any weak points of attack.
Maybe there was none; that kryptonite was one I did not possess.
Still a fire burned until an explosion occurred, consuming
me……. Ash floating in the air, embers still clinging to my flesh. Now I was the only one hurt. A soul seeking
rest would find none for days. And still, my heart wanted for something that
would see it only destroyed…………
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