by Rachel Carter

Created on: March 16, 2010

The beginning is the sweetest,
with the little lies and the wonderful words.
Each charming sentence like a kiss on the cheek,
wrapping you into a game you are incapable of playing.
You say to yourself,

This is only the start,
no one knows where it might lead.
But no matter what happens,
I will be okay in the end.

Then you’re holding hands,
waltzing through places in a separate world.

Completely euphoric, completely oblivious,
completely naïve.

Then you’re exchanging words of affection,
fondness,
caring.

Love.

And you think,

This is it.
This is the one.

And then,
everything ends.
And you’re left alone,
in the middle of the night,
wondering where you went wrong,
and why are they not in your arms tonight?

You’re choked up.
You can’t look at them.
You can’t glance their direction.

They play your game,
give you sympathy,
say that they miss you,
but that it just wasn’t right.
You call their bluff.
Their lies.
Their twisted language.

Everything inside of you is broken.
Little cords are snapping and dishes are shattering,
nothing is wonderful. Nothing is beautiful.

Then one day,
you wake up.
You can breathe again.
You realize that your heart can take care of itself,
and that it does, in fact,
heal.

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