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BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

He stole my dreams, he swept in and he took them away because he couldn’t bare the fact that I would never love him the way he claimed to have loved me so.
He swept in like a vulture and he took away my identity, he robbed me of who I was before the first time he introduced himself to me as hello.
Nothing would be the same after that because this loser became a little bit too obsessed with me; a case of insanity deep from the world of crazy.
Lie after lie would be the only thing that could have ever revealed his true identity to me, indeed there had been times when I felt sorry for this loser.
Loser only because he lost me before I ever got the chance to say hello.
He wanted to know all there was to know about me and I revealed only the things that I wanted him to see…. But still yet it would all backfire in my face in the end because my words ended up being the only thing that he had to use against me, words so sharp in the end, they only shredded away something that could have been beautiful, indeed it could have been for life but he threw it all out the window and along that road of broken dreams it shattered far beyond repair.
No, I could never gather these pieces up
No I would never try to fix it
I simply walked away because I didn’t want to look at that beautiful disaster anymore.
No my heart could not bare the sight of something quite so ugly.
I was the beauty and he was the beast…. The rose withered away before our eyes even got the chance to meet for the very first time.
He was the beast and he starves for something he killed before ever giving it time, the rose died before it ever got the chance to bloom.
I am not sad; I didn’t shed one tear because some things just aren’t worth crying over.
Damn it, how could you? You just couldn’t give it time?
Damn it you’re crazy! I get it now but some things I never will?
You told me that you loved me just before you stabbed me in the back….
Killer you’re addicted; you’re addicted because you are starving for a companion to be right by your side.
And now, now you sit alone in the darkest corner of you so called world cradling this dead rose in your hands because it is all you have to hold onto now, and you say you picture how things were supposed to be… this was never supposed to happen? But then again I did have one foot out the door and one hand on my axe to break away these chains that would have locked me in, never to release me again.
I should have known it was poison to begin with, I had bitten from the apple of doom and left to exist within his dark slumber… just one bite but little did I know he would slap me in the face after he slammed the book shut and threw it in the fire of eternity because he wouldn’t be happy until I was his. No, this story didn’t end with a happy ending, in fact I am still left living in this same nightmare that he has drove me into and now I know the shoe would never fit my foot completely because these shoes that he has offered me are not of my own. The fairy tale of a never ending Hell.
Written by Rocky
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