1900
Hello.
My name is...well it's not important right now.
Before we ignite our engines and travel down this road to a city of heartbreak.
I'll be honest and let you know that I don't plan to be the victim. So I suggest that you fasten your seat belt.
Any relationship with me will surely end in a collision of mixed emotions in a way that'll change your life for the worse.
So it's better to take all necessary precautions.
I'm going to tell you the cliché tale of a man crippled with deceptive affliction.
The one who fell for love's game of misdirection and misconception.
Cursed by Cupid's blunder of victimization.
I was the victim who misconstrued the image of demon for angel.
Confused her horns for halo.
And perceived her wings as a way to take flight to new heights.
Only to realize that her beautiful smile was a facade and she only aimed to take me high so that my fall would be from a greater distance.
And the impact would be even more detrimental.
I mistakenly confused right from left and made the right turn in the wrong direction.
I guess my heart reciprocated the action as one piece split left.
And I have yet to recover the missing piece of the puzzle.
She was a bitter blessing. You see, her walk was strides of grace.
Almost as if she floated through air with every single step.
Her skin was smooth like silk
and every day I yearned to be dressed
in the fabric of her lovely essence.
Her voice could have been a new genre of music,
the way it sang to my heart.
Her smile was the moon and stars when the sun settled.
Her eyes matched her caramel/chocolate complexion to the point that I became lost in the fantasy of her potential sweetness.
I craved her essence to rid the bitter taste that life constantly gave me.
Her angelic grace could alter atheistic faith.
All in all, her beauty was like the ocean, yet she was shallow. Lacking any depth, but at the same time she had the ability to drown you deep in the waters of disparity.
The possibility of recovery is unlikely. Mending my heart would take a drastic procedure.
She molded my heart with a chisel and hammer with all intent to shatter it to bits.
She is a true artist because she succeeded and exceeded beyond all limitations.
A masterpiece of destruction like a volcanic eruption. I should've requested a prenuptial agreement, so that maybe I could have everything I gave to her returned.
Like my heart, my mind, my trust, and my ability to love. But she chose to keep a big piece of me to let it rest in her memoirs of deceit.
The only way that you could possibly break the shackles to unlock my caged heart is if you fit the missing piece.
No offense, but I won't hold my breath.
So hi my name is...never mind, I won't be around long enough for you to curse it.
