Wicked

My stomach in knots; my gut, wrenched. I've never felt like a more awful person. How could anyone, anyone, in the right mind let go of someone who has loved them more than I could fanthom? Before him, I have never seen pain in so much light. His face burning up to a brilliant red. His lips quivering as his soft spoken words flow out like melody from a lark. I could feel his hand on my cheek and how could I?! How could I have been so wicked and horrible. I'm incorrigible. How could someone who wants to hold him in my arms say those mean words to him? How can I live with this? He loved me

He loved me with all his heart. I can see it in his face. His need to make this all better. For my happiness, he gave up his. For my happiness, I gave up his. Selfish. Selfish. Selfish! There was nothing on my face. It was blank. No emotions. Nothing. Cold heartless bitch. I didn't have the decency to cry. I do not deserve him. He loved me. He loved me. He loved me. 

I wish I could have given him a pill or a shot or any miracle to make him forget about me. I do not want him to hurt. He should be carefree and happy and getting on with life. But he is not. And it is because of me. I did this to him. I broke him. How can I hurt him so badly when all he ever did to me was the exact opposite - love. What a witch! The universe works in mysterious ways. 

He took me soaring through the clouds and he never let me go. He brought me everywhere e imagined. We had so many experiences and so many memories together. Now those memories cut through him like shurikens of the sky. He shouldn't have to endure this. We cut off his wings and now, I'm falling as well.