Pt. 3
The moments shared,
promises and reassuring made combustive in my heart,
The anger, all my tears,pathetically shed in the office’s WC that morning,
the betrayal, the disappointment, his increasing apologies,
I couldn’t be more disgusted, I couldn’t say another word…
It was there, the ecstasy of my deception point.
And tonight, after all said and done, I write these lines in search of comfort,
or perhaps a logical explanation I’ll never come across.
Sorrow still lingers at the thought of him,
but the only thing that reminisces in my soul,
is the image of my body violently raging against his,
with my very last strength, with every single emotion in me conflicting and exploding onto him.
I hit him, I hurt him…
But it wounded me.
…
13.01.09 by Js.
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