The hour hath struck and fate, capricious mistress, hath once more unfurled her cruel theatre before mine eyes. 'Twas yestermorn beneath a sun most weary when I did glimpse her countenance again .She, who once did hold my soul as one might cradle breath itself.
Ages passed since she unmade me. Since her tongue, once honeyed, turned to blade; since her gaze, once warm, became as cold as marble tombs. What devil did alight upon her heart I know not. Once she did love me as I did her, beyond the mortal bounds of reason. Or so I was made to believe.
And yet... yesterday she stood across yon street. The world did halt. My breath, traitor to my lungs, refused its work. Her eyes met mine but saw me not. Perchance they saw a ghost or worse, a stranger. Something had changed in her. Nay, everything. Where once bloomed affection, now stood absence. Where once the fire of passion leapt, now only ashes sighed.
Wouldst thou call me a fool if I confess my heart did ache as if 'twere anew broken? That though she did shatter me I yet behold fragments of my old self within her silhouette?
Oh wretched love, thou art both balm and poison. I loved her, yea, loved her with such fury the stars should’ve bowed to it. And she? She hath fled that sacred fire leaving me naught but embers to warm my nights.
I know not why I pen these words save that the ache within would else consume me. Let this letter drift, a bottle to the sea of oblivion, addressed to none and all and thee who hath known such ruinous love.
God save us from those we cannot cease to love.
- @Aabbie
Yours in sorrow
A heart once whole now haunted
Ages passed since she unmade me. Since her tongue, once honeyed, turned to blade; since her gaze, once warm, became as cold as marble tombs. What devil did alight upon her heart I know not. Once she did love me as I did her, beyond the mortal bounds of reason. Or so I was made to believe.
And yet... yesterday she stood across yon street. The world did halt. My breath, traitor to my lungs, refused its work. Her eyes met mine but saw me not. Perchance they saw a ghost or worse, a stranger. Something had changed in her. Nay, everything. Where once bloomed affection, now stood absence. Where once the fire of passion leapt, now only ashes sighed.
Wouldst thou call me a fool if I confess my heart did ache as if 'twere anew broken? That though she did shatter me I yet behold fragments of my old self within her silhouette?
Oh wretched love, thou art both balm and poison. I loved her, yea, loved her with such fury the stars should’ve bowed to it. And she? She hath fled that sacred fire leaving me naught but embers to warm my nights.
I know not why I pen these words save that the ache within would else consume me. Let this letter drift, a bottle to the sea of oblivion, addressed to none and all and thee who hath known such ruinous love.
God save us from those we cannot cease to love.
- @Aabbie
Yours in sorrow
A heart once whole now haunted