![]() ![]() Laid crippled and knotted, faceless and memory-less of us or vehicle impaled, taken by someone’s concentration. I try not to think into what has happened, but my heart is tangled up within my imagination. I can hear the sirens they are like gunshots to my ears, my heartbeats circulates my body unknowing in which way to turn, I can feel it in every limb that moves towards her, each step is one more closer. I live for her and I said I would die for her, will it come to either? Please, Lord, do not take her… She has saved me over and over again. Unnoticed to the beeps, finger gestures and vulgar language, none of that matters, only her. The rain is against me, stings and pinpricks on my skin, the raindrops cover my tears as it washes away my hurt. Bypassing people’s thoughts as I sprint to her in the middle of the road, stopping traffic in its footsteps. I run and I run and run passed my lungs threshold, she is all I care about. There was an accident I just got the phone call. There are many others, take a browse at them and find something you like to read. I hope everyone has a great Valentines Day. The roar and scorn of the wind rages passed our ear. We fall, still gazing into the eyes we wake up to each morning. We tilt to the side within a deep breath of one another. The destruction of my world is true love I gift upon you, dismantling my heart and sharing the pieces equally between us, who could want more? She wraps her arms around me and presses her head against my chest. “We shall take on death together.” I say to her, brushing her hair behind her ear. I look down, the streets seem like mazes for mice and the people are going about their business, unknowingly. She holds out the hand I have always held, I walk over and take hold, bringing myself up to her new level of living. I nod slowly, holding back the right thing to say. Weather calls for extreme conditions angels will fall as the world sits by and listens. Thunder murmurs from behind the black clouds which are passing over head. I don’t make eye contact, searching for a new answer to our old problem. I throw my sight to the floor, collapsed eyelids and all. Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing but bad things soon follow. “We can get the help, the doctor said there was still time.” I say almost giving up. Love is the killer to the heart, not the bullet or arrow but used as a weapon against itself. I look at my phone thinking about dialing for help but it is already too late. I did not marry in Hell, when I bowed down on one knee I was not submerged in blood, so why is this happening. “In sickness or in Health… I said those words to you and you alone I never backed away from what I pledged!” I plead to her emotions. “Life is like a strand of hair, it can be as long as you want or as short as you need it, isn’t that my decision?” She says quietly to the wind. “If you do this, food will taste like it has been poisoned, water will seem dry and time will have no hands to save you.” She adds to the rain with her tears. “But the best dreams happen in real life don’t you want to be part of that?” She turns her head to the misty rain that has begun to lie upon the horizon making everything distort, life is bleaker than the weather. “You will go on without me.” She replies calmly. “What will I do if you do this?” I ask her. Her heart is cheating beats which is slowly killing her, this is the reasoning behind us being here. She must remember me as she is still wearing the white dress she walked down the aisle in, if she only she took my arm and we take off to pursue life together again, hand in hand before death do us part. ![]() Gravity is the middle man within our triangle but bargaining with his power on his edge results in death. The wind pushes against her, whispering warnings of what is to come as it makes her hair whip and dance. “Just look at me baby just look at me… please.” The tears freefall from my face. She is standing in her spotlight from the night’s sky with the idea of stepping down from her stage to end her final act. She has her arms open wide, ready to be caught by deaths grip and be auctioned off to the night at half price for her half life. “Please, get back from the edge!” I shout at her unlistening ears. I have finally fell in love and it is about to destroy me on this skyscrapers rooftop. ![]()
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