#love destroyed

[ninjaturtle2710]

I hate how you are. You think that you are the importantst person of this world for me… You aren’t, you can’t hurt me!

[wordsaresound-blog]

Made War, Not Love

I stretch and open my eyes. I see you smiling at me, your soft black hair in a mess and your jade green eyes fixated on my own. A good morning kiss to start the day off right and I get out of bed still naked and let the sunlight embrace me. But quickly, things start to change.

The windows are shattered and the trees outside are all either charred or still burning. My body, warm only a second ago, now has goosebumps all over as I turn back around toward the bed, arms wrapped around my shoulders. Your body lies on the bed, what's left of it at least.  I leap to your chest and hold it close to my face. My tears wash some of the soot away, but much of your skin is still coarse and grimy. I wish that, for a moment, I cry the tears of a phoenix, but instead the world continues to burn. 

I run outside, my guttural yells bothering the buzzards all around. I throw my body down and bang my fists on the desecrated land. Flies are flying all around me, many landing on me and staying. I hear a loud, mechanical noise and look up as the tank comes into sight. I force myself to stand and I charge after it, screaming obscenities and blasphemies. As the bullets penetrate my skin, I hear your voice and another's from up above; the stranger and yourself laughing playfully in the heavens.

I lay there on the ground and the buzzards, no longer pestered by me, begin picking me apart piece by piece. The love that I gave was weaker than this war that we fought and our temperamental bliss turned into eternal solitude.