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a fool and his muse - story

Short story By: stonedwizardx6x

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Submitted:Nov 1, 2012    Reads: 30    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Foolishly I longed for you. Fate seemed to look the other way. You were always so close, but just out of reach. Some things, I've come to believe, are not meant to be. Blinded by infatuation, I wasted my time on a fantasy of you and me. Perhaps, I couldn't comprehend the reality of our situation.
Just when I thought we finally had our chance, your true nature showed itself. Selfish and manipulative, you took all that I gave and only asked for more. I feel so foolish for tumbling headlong into your world of self destruction. I guess the heart wants what it wants, damn the reality that hides in the shadows. I suppose the worst part isn't the wasted time, spent longing in vain. You should've just gone on pretending, the way it had always been.
Betrayed in such grand fashion. You took the fealings that you knew I had, and inflicted as much pain as you could. Sharpened to a fine point and inserted into the heart with exact precision. I'm not sure which is worse, the physical pain or the emotional. A broken thumb seems slight to a broken heart. Either way, you gave me both. I feel so used and taken advantage of. I spent the entire time we spent together giving all I could. You repayed by spitting in my face. I think that hurt worse than the slap in the face.
I ask myself why you treated me the way you did. I suppose I gave to freely. My unguarded heart made for an easy target. I got in between you and what you wanted and you attacked me. A spoiled child lashing out. Spitting venomous fury without justification. Selfish as always, your beauty has changed into an ugly vanity. Or perhaps, it always was and I never cared to see through to the shadow reality.
I guess we really knew nothing about each other. Otherwise, you would have known that I wouldn't let you treat me the way you did. So I left you where you stood, reeling in disbelief, your spell finally broken. I guess my lesson is learned, but learning things the hard way is getting old. I'm no longer your puppet. You're no longer a part of my life. I guess fate wasn't meant to unite a fool and his muse.


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