Nichatiejo

I will take this moment, laced with sorrow and put it in my pocket. There I will keep it, warm and full of life. Hoping that maybe I can still feel you from time to time. Even if it means revisiting the pain that I felt when you took all that I was, and ripped it apart; breaking down every particle of my being. If that moment is the only way I can be with you, I will savor it until there is nothing left. I was certain that you loved me, and you needed me as much as I needed you. I could not have been more wrong. I was nothing more than a puppet in your sick, twisted, unbelievably cruel game. Now I am tangled in my own strings, stuck in t

With every moment of silence that passes; I break. As I walk beside you, I feel insignificant. I watch your eyes dance as you survey our surroundings, the cars, the people, the buildings; everything but me. Your features give away the internal battle that you are fighting. I desperately cling to any hope that you will lose that battle, and stay. You run, I chase. That is the way it has always been; but this time is different, we are different. A person can only take so much before they collapse in defeat. I can feel the pressure of my emotions weighing down my body. My posture shakes, my eyes weaken, and my ankles stagger. Each step I