Shattered In Dozen Pieces...

I see your face hesitating… Your eyes pained and lips in a straight line where their used to be a smile. The clouds are moving away to make way for thunder; dark grey-ish and unfriendly. I gaze and wonder why I am still staying in this relationship. Trying to make it work, fixing a broken glass. I am trembling, bruised and cut up with blood on my clothes. My face and body are scarred from beating. I don’t want to know what my loved ones are saying; my heart can’t take it anymore. With each punch my love went much deeper than I’d dreamed of. My love for him was like a tattoo, deeply penetrated within my skin; hard to erase. I turned to him with gratitude and joy, thinking he was a mirror reflection of me. How I was wrong!! I thought he was send from above, and I fell for his overwhelming charm, enchanting lips I admired and eyes brighter than the sun ignoring all the signs and the dark spot that was going to engulf me. I felt as if I was slowly drifting toward the dark, a condemned journey with hell-bound heart. Falling deeper into a comatose nightmare haunted by gruesome memories; I found my soul shattered on the ground next to the broken glass. I will never forget, walking alone at this odd hour through the cold road of shattered dreams; broken, empty and in a spell. I was drowning in my own pity tears, holding onto the rope of life. I could have had a different ending, could have been anyone with a bright future ahead of me. But a dangerous love sends me down a nerve-wrecking dream praying to wake up from. A terrifying love held me captive in an empty shell, a cold broken woman with a damaged pride and tainted by shame. My love had me thinking he was Superman while all the time he was Lex Luthor; a criminal of minds, assaulter of body and destroyer of feelings- a monster. Beside the betrayal, the hurt and my obvious appearance was the constant blame, wondering… Was it you or was it me..? Perhaps there were a few mistakes made and some were on me, still he had no right to hurt me, humiliate and destroy my dreams. No right whatsoever... By now the dark green leaves are praising in joy, the tall tree standing firm and strong and the rose enchanting everyone with its scent. Envying the characteristics of nature, wishing I had those traits. Then maybe, I would have had more sense to get out while I still had the chance. But it’s too late… I can’t go back in time…