𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝┊✓

cento e doze

the darker the night, the deeper her thoughts.
laying in her bed, sitting in the silence of her own world.
she was tired of it all.
anyone who she has ever loved has left her.
she realised, as soon as she started caring,
she was only breaking her own heart.
so she stopped.
she became emotionless and blank.
she really pondered over her thoughts.
she wondered why was everyone so fucking sorry.
for everything.
why sorry for things they couldn't fix or undo.
all she wanted was for people to stop saying sorry.
and she wanted to forget him.
but he deprived her from any logical thought
and he was what she thought about
every breathing moment.

until, she finally let go.
because seeing him with another girl,
it gave her closure.
and she was finally disenthrall from her thoughts.

him.
he was the elucidation of perfect.
and that's why she loved him.
but even though
she was a vinyl shoppe full of vinyls,
he wasn't listening.
perhaps he never was.

and one day,
he had enough and walked away,
leaving her in the shadows.
he still loved her though.
but he left for he knew he couldn't have her.
he's no good for her,
but he's also no good without her.
so he sits in his apartment
drinking away his sadness,
wishing for her to be his
once again.

three months does much to a person.
he's got someone new.
and though she thought
she would be heartbroken
seeing them together, she wasn't.

for him,
leaving her,
he never thought
he'd get back any sunshine in his life.
finding someone new,
he felt happier, and untouchable.
he no longer cared for her
in the way he used to.
he still wondered if she sat
on the floor her studio
painting stories upon everything
she's come across except herself.
he wondered if
she still loved her coffee dark
with lots of sugar.

he betted she was still hung up on him,
weeping in the darkness of her room,
only illuminated by her fairy lights.
but the truth?
she's found someone new.
and though she's had one hell of a storm,
she was glad because
now she appreciated the sun.
she was with her new love.
and they were golden.
they went on adventures free spirited
and did the things they loved passionately.
she's never been better.
she made flower stew (prose)
at three am with her new love
and they spent the rest of forever
with each other
loving each other endlessly.

n° 112