Destroyed
by Will
He stood there in front of her and she couldn't
see him, she couldn't feel him, she was longing for him for so long, she had remembered
his smell every second, she wore his T-shirt to bed every single night.
It had been months, he left but they were still
together, she held tight to him, to every memory of him that filled her head.
She held onto his promises, how could she forget that “promises were made to be
broken”?!
Military was never easy but it was his choice,
no one ever forced him to leave, ever, she wanted him to stay, he left.
She waited for him more than anything, she
wanted him back as soon as possible, but she never realized how different he
turned out.
He wasn't the same person she fell in love with
years and years ago, he started changing but she could never notice it, blind.
The kind of love she gave him was the closest
to worship, she worshiped him, and he never appreciated it, he would make her touch
the skies then send her straight to hell.
Blinded she is, blind she still is, and every
time she wakes up to see how bad he's treating her she gets hit on the head,
hard again.
He left, he came back, she breathed. She
couldn't feel him in front of her, a different person, a different gesture than
the one she waited. He stood there but for her he was cold, he was still away.
In that moment she realized that he was long
gone, he never waited for her like he said he did, he never respected her the
way she deserved.. She just realized he was a different person than the one she
had in her head and dreams.
Years were wasted, tears were shed and lots of
heart beats were consumed, but for what?
She was a clever girl in every aspect in her
life, except him.. She was a fool, and he used her till he ruined her, he
ruined her by her own will.
She knew how he was destroying her and she
stood there watching her soul burn into flames.
She had a job, a social life, she had lots of
things but she never used her brain once to think about him, and so he
destroyed her carefully, gently and in the worst way possible.
When she used to see stories similar to hers she
made fun of these girls that allow themselves to be used and taken advantage
of, mentally sensually physically, but she couldn’t see herself, she wouldn’t
listen to her friends ever and now she’s there with an empty soul.
