𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮

time is a precious thing. It can either heal you or break you . Time is a one way road. Once you pass, you can never turn back, asking for a u turn.
I gave my all to you. You were like a rainbow that lit up my monochromatic life. You showed me what it meant to be happy. You were like my pillar.
I relied on the pillar of which is your care. Knowing that you'd always be there for me even after the stars flicker its last light.
But before i knew it, my colourful life became monochromatic again. My pillar crumbled upon my shoulders. My support became my burden. My pillar soon got tired of having to listen to my cries of agony as i tried to support it.
It grew itself a pair of wings. Wings as white as snow. Wings as pure as her heart. My pillar didnt know the pain she has been putting me through. Taking my cries of pain and help as a cry that i want her to leave. She ignored my clear, desperate plea for help and flapped her majestic white wings. While taking off, as though leaving me unstable and on my knees wasnt enough, she pulled out a dagger from underneath her cloak. it looked as though it had always been there from the start. Waiting for the right time, when she knew i trusted her, believed her, relied on her, before she could strike.
In one swift motion the dagger's blade ran across my neck. Metal met flesh as the smell of copper filled the air. My eyes an already lifeless void,filled with tears as i whispered quietely. Two words that i meant from the bottom of my heart. "Thank you."
Like how the sun never meets the moon, i know that we will never meet again. Time can heal,but it can also break you.
©lunamoon