The crimson red blurs with my vision until my head spins with confusion as I struggle to place where I stand in this world. The moment is over. And the pain floods back like a safe weighing on my heart, all the while hiding the suffering. The trust invested on us being together, the promises made, the letters written were in vain. Despite the impossible situation we were in, I continued to spiral in ignorance of reality.
She twirls, her dress bleeding crimson, splattering the autumn floor with the blood of her darkest desires. Raven black hair, floating in the moment, frozen within the confines of a memory.
Until I feel the distance form. Something is wrong, but I can’t stop it and your words hit me like a stab in the heart and I lose balance within my spins and the dizziness takes over until I hold no control over my body. I twirl.
You gave up. There was no happy ending and I was superstitious for thinking we could be a novelty among relationships. But you still want to be friends. So I pick up the pieces and act like nothing is wrong. You say nothing and keep smiling as you kiss another. Meanwhile, I am stuck.
And I stand there like nothing is wrong, still bleeding red.
This post is posted on Wednesday 6 June 2012.