The sadness in your eyes leaves me cold. Broken to my very core, I try to pick up the pieces of my shattered confidence. Each piece just ends up cutting my fingers to the point that I bleed endlessly all my emotions for you onto your soft flowery hair. I heard you laugh the other day. It was a sound I haven’t had the honor of hearing in over a decade. At least to me it felt like a decade ago, that we once spoke to each other in such a fashion. How gentle and yet how fragile was your voice. I swear I could hear in it a plea for help, but my imagination could be running wild again. I wanted to save you a long time ago. Turns out I wasn’t the hero from the stories you would write about in your dreams. Instead I became the villain. All you wanted to do was escape. The irony of it all is that you became the protagonist to all my love stories, the ones that end in tragedy.
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