Disillusionment

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I was foolish to think I could find it again...

Submitted: December 04, 2008

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Submitted: December 04, 2008

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I should have know, shouldn't I. I should have forseen the outcome. I was disillusioned...

I had my chance, my one true love. I had my time in the sun...

Mistakes come back to haunt us, child. Never forget your oathes to the Gods.

I had my one chance, my one blessing, my perfected, completed soul.

Such a fool to think I deserved another.

So I pick up the pieces, put them back in the box, and set it high on my hidden shelf. I should never have taken that heart down again.

I build up my defenses, slowly coming back to my senses, and hide that tender, raw, bloody part away.

I dust my hands on the seat of my jeans and smile at the reflection. Time for the mask once more, darling doll. Time again for the act.

Yule is coming. It is always hard without him. Who did I think I was fooling, falling in love again?

It was too easy to walk away from her, too easy to say goodbye, wasn't it? Was it? Perhaps that is disillusionment, too.

I dreamt of sparkles and clouds, green misty New Orleans and the smell of incense and altars. I was caught up in her mystery.

Like a true, Goth Soldier, like the Queen of Broken Hearts, I march on with my plastic pretty smile and my saccharine sweet cyanide disillusions and embrace the pain and torture. I look forward to the bloody tears and soul wrenching sobs that will come. I will take exquisite Pain by the hand and kiss Her on the mouth. I know she will taste like that first perfect bite of a rotten apple, pure sweetness, before the putridness washes over your tongue.

Welcome, Mistress Pain, welcome. Welcome home.

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