Perhaps I was mistaken and we were never meant to be after all. The first steps I took at the beginning with you, they were so full of joy and hope and we-- Well, I was so convinced that soul mates do exist and that I have found mine. Alas, the follies of youth.
Since then, much have we been through. The bad times more prominent than the good, yet we held on, foolishly believing there is anything left to salvage. I wear my heart on my sleeve for you and the world to see, but you have locked yours and the key sunk into the depths of the ocean. And my foolish girlhood dreams of love, shattered.
Why am I kept shackled if you refuse to open your heart to me? Your chains are the frailest of threads, yet woven intricately with the sharpest of thorns. Your ardent words of my freedom are riddled with self pity, and with guilt playing at a string of my heart, how am I to unbound myself of ye.
I can no longer tell between the dichotomy of love and mere lingering attachment. Or perhaps, it is simply that I have yet to taste the true flavor of love...
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