fragmant.11 Nov, 2014 06:35 AM
“We, never existed.”
The words kept replaying over and over, until I was on the brink of disgust. My throat was about to explode with the vile mixture of anger and frustration coming up, but yet, I kept it in. it hurts.
“why?! Why must you do this to me? What have I done wrong?!” I shouted, as we were in front of my house. He says it so calmly; it irritates me under my skin that his face was all full on with breaking up, basically showing no sympathy. “FINE! HAVE IT YOUR WAY!” I opened the door, and slammed it on his face, I don’t care if he was hit, or he comes up to my room saying he’s sorry, I want him to disappear, disappear from my world. “I have reasons, Marie. And I already don’t love you from the first day we started dating. I don’t want you.” His words cut me deep like a sharp knife. I ran up my room, my present that was given from him sitting on my desk, the gift I was making for his upcoming birthday, the clothing that we chose together, the photos of us, together. I ripped them off my wall, grabbed a garbage bag and shoved the gifts and memories all into it until it was all tight and ripping. “Have them back!” I yelled, and threw the bag with all my might out of my window; he stumbled with the weight, including the anger I have. My eyes burn and my chest kept being tighter, my tears couldn’t stop flowing. The heat on my face is hot. I cried, and he stood there, Hearing my pathetic sobs. I want him gone. He stood there for almost an hour, briefly looking in the bag with a perplexed look. He stiffed his lips and paced away.
it hurts. what is warmth? a puppet that has lost its strings, what is happiness? to be broken by you like this? the tears continue to flow, warm tears shed from my tired eyes that lost its glow. a hole remains in my heart forever. the fragment of resentment and despair.
the happy times we had together, the smiles, the laughter, but his three words kept slicing through. Mum comes knocking on my door. "sweetie? can i come in?" i didnt reply, my head buried in my arms as i was leaning on the wall. mum walked in and cuddled me, just like how i would be upset when i was young. "sweetie, i know that breaking up with joseph isnt easy. moving on, ya know?" a smile tingled on my lips on how she would use slangs, because she sucks at it with her british accent, but i dont mind. "yeah mum. ya know?" she laughed and hugged me tight. i was engulfed in the perfume of mango and peach. let it all out marie pie." and i cried, snuggling into mums warm arms.
let it heal in time.