You spoke of Love as if you’ve been there.
You made it feel so real yet, your words were my kriptonyte.
Every word was poison and it destroyed my every being.
I broke to pieces as Love and Hate intertwined.
This love you spoke of was all I wanted to feel. I wanted to lose myself within your arms and let my imagination run wild.
I didn’t want you to stop. I didn’t want you to stop speaking of Love. Yet, there was so much hate in your eyes. So much anger that I questioned how could a man know about so much love yet, his eyes told another story.
His eyes spoke of pain, hurt and hate. His eyes were not of his body because his body spoke of love. His hands told me they loved me. The way they caressed up and down my spine.
His lips kissed mine with such passion. His lips loved me. My lips loved his. Our lips loved each other.
To avoid the pain I’d make a little eye contact as possible because I couldn’t bare that he held so much pain yet loved me as he did.
But, pain inevitably made its evil appearance and destroyed the love you spoke of. The love you created for us. The love we created.
Pain won because we forgot to show your eyes what true love was.