And just for thought...
A life full of eternities,
a land full of enchantment, of freedom.
I fell in love with a boy.
He reached into my heart, pulled out my smile.
My hesitation to love him did not stop me.
My soul fell into his eyes.
Was he real?
Or just another dream?
He graced my skin with soft kisses,
raised my heartbeat with his voice.
I wanted only to burrow inside of him
but our love ended as quickly as it flared.
I was left with a coldness I could not run from.
This land now felt frightening.
For months, I wandered not knowing, not feeling.
I swore off those eternities I once felt, the enchantments that once fooled me.
My heart could not bare to speak of them.
In my confusion, a Hero appeared.
How quickly he promised to love me.
How quickly he proclaimed his soul to mine.
How quickly he built a fortress of sand around me.
He served me kindness on a gold plated platter.
He fed me passion with plastic spoons.
My heart yearned, my body lusted.
Our souls danced.
I never wanted to stop spinning.
In the darkness, a man waited, watching this Hero and I.
How quietly he waited, without a sound, until one dark night he came for me.
Disguising himself with the face of a friend while the Hero slipped away,
this man knelt by my bed side, tempted me with his dirty wine.
How was I to know it was a trick?
I tasted his blood as he tore away my soul.
When I begged, pleaded, cried for its return, he merely laughed,
stabbing with pain over and over again
as my heart shattered around us.
I laid there with nothing left, nothing left...
When the Hero returned, he saw my broken body, not recognizing me.
He searched but found not a trace of me.
I spoke the man's name.
The Hero vowed revenge and built an army to retrieve my honor.
For months, he wildly fought,
tearing us both apart for just a glimpse of who he thought I was
but the man had taken me away.
The man watched, I could see him but the Hero could not.
I had not the strength to stand.
How quickly the hero grew tired.
How quickly the hero gave up.
How quickly the man was to whisper into the hero's ear with doubt.
The man and the hero, staring into each other's eyes,
daring the other to attack first but they stood for days, not moving
while I lay helpless, ashamed, alone.
I prayed my hero would remain unharmed.
A single word flew from the man's lips.
My hero fell to the ground, refused to fight.
My hero was nothing but a well disguised coward.
I faded into blackness, unarmed, unprotected.
The man remained, waiting silently once again to catch my last breath.
The man came, offered me his hand stained with my own blood
and gave me a message, his final blow.
He whispered the hero's loyalty was with him now.
Sorrow overcame me, the death of me.
The man watched me convulse.
The hero stepped through the shadows.
Together they sent me into my demise.
I laid in that darkness never moving, never waking.
My body rotted into the bed, my bones disintegrated piece by piece.
And then the boy from so long ago somehow found me again.
He picked up my limp, broken spirit, carried me to safety.
He washed my face, brushed my hair, kissed my forehead like he had once before.
The boy hid me away from the man, the hero, and restored my strength.
The boy who had once left me in that land of enchantment had brought me back once again.
I believed once again.
I was free forever more.
The boy had never left me after all.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.