I wanted to die.
it killed me.
staring into those indigo eyes.
a tear repeatedly carelessly existed to fall.
her serenading ache in her chest eating away at my soul.
I could hear her heart trembling racing.
a agonizing patter ready to explode as she suffocated.
choosing beauty in her madness
not of the cold that ate away at her but because of the hurt in her eyes.
that sideways glance that I know so well.
her arms folded into her chest I knew "Hurting Her" was hell.
her porcelain pale skin a pinkish tone she would be hyperventilating soon.
her black sheer tank top underneath her darkened cloak showing visible her cleavage almost making her like a angel.
a Gothic emo angel.
her violet shoulder length locks made her more dangerous as they caress her neck.
today wasn't the day for her black long sleeved leotard.
it's too late I couldn't salvage the problem.
cuz I was the problem.
or did I care too much?
all these bleeding emotions they wanted to spill out onto the floor like feelings untold.
yet I couldn't help but stand there.
paralyzed by the issue of her wanting a mom.
it ate at me like a cancer.
carelessly wasting away and she were the catalyst.
like kryptonite.
yet I just dreamed to make it better.
I tried hugging her pulling her close.
but her silent scream won't let me be.
it like banshees wailing just to be.
I was helpless.
as I looked into those eyes.
seeing the deepest depths of my soul.
those indigo eyes seeing only love.
as suddenly I lost control.
giving up right just to be wrong.
just so I can sleep next to her tonight.
©darkmocha
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