She takes a sip,
Feeling for more.
Her troubles, her worries,
Dissolve into the amber liquid
That seems to be her solution,
And to her, results in no consequence.
Is no longer there right in front of her
Waiting to destroy the little bit of life she has left to give after he has stolen her sweet innocence.
He now dwells in the back of her mind.
She notices, and takes another sip.
The bottle is gone
And so is she.
And So are her hopes.
And Her future, and her goals and her everything.
He was her everything.
once he disappeared the emptiness she felt..that was actually filled with love motivation and achievements,
Had gone as well.
She now has nothing but the bottle in front of her.
She tries to forget, yet she does nothing but remember.
She recollects the memories and sees the smile of reassurance he would give her, grabbing her and holding her like she was the most fragile, easily broken being. the world would spin in chaos and the evils inside it would melt because their love so powerful made it disappear.
But was it their love? She thought..
Was it him who held her as if she was the most delicate precious thing in the world?
Or did she.. Did she give her life her honor her respect and all her faith to him while she was the broken piece of glass thrown onto the ground destroyed along with her body and soul..
She looks back and realizes
They were false hopes
And false impressions of what she believed could have actually been love.
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