Broken Mirrors

It is such a heartbreaking statement. Why do I ask her if she still loves me when I know she nil. The silence seemed to stretch forever and I am dying to hold her close and have her eternally. But now, I hold back. It is my heart and mind holding me back and I face myself as I breathed out in a strangled sob:

I love her. But I gave up because the flame drank.

I hear her barely audible whisper and then she was gone, leaving me cold and desolate and as barren as the desert. And once again, I put on the mask, I have had to hide, I will not allow any body to look at who i really am. I am of royalty, and every one else does not deserve me. No one would know my inner self.

I need to erase that day.

The sky cried for me. But tears are not forever. My footsteps were washed away and as the rays of sunlight shone through the cracks between the clouds, I knew that it was over. Rain does not fall forever and even if Noah's Ark is built again, the light would still show the path for one.

Promises. Why are they called promises when we break them. It's nature, and no one obeys laws.

My face was filled with scorn, hatred and disgust. And I am filled with shame, for myself, and for her. I loved and promised but she broke and erase them. I take in shattered breaths, gathering all the strength I need, saw darkness and uttered a silent prayer to God.

I loved someone endlessly but I was forsaken. Intercede for her, and not allowing her to suffer the same as i did. Happiness if she deserves it and and new route for me if it's my destiny.

Amen.

For a moment, time seemed to stop. There were no words, no actions, only the existence of me, myself and I. I was alone.

And i sure am.



Chapter Two:
The story of a Broken Heart; Part Two

Broken Mirrors