Each layer is forcefully and unwilling ripped from me.
Leaving me red, swollen, bleeding and blotchy.
Each layer worse than before.
The pain is not adjusting as more and more of me is torn away.
Every memory a scorching, sinister, seething pain of a one sided love.
Each layer, with bloody veins that bleed of lost hope, faded faith and penetrating pain..
Veins that vainly and insanely hang on to empty promises and broken hearts and dreams.
They are elongated, and pulled till screaming out in sorrowful pain is habitual.
The smaller veins that hold them together, loose every desire to live, to breathe, to think of a better tomorrow.
and remorselessly this malicious seraph after causing so much physical and emotional damage, continues ripping me to nothingness
Vein after vein
Layer after layer...
This, my love of ages, my angel, my stars, my sun, my moon, my raison d'etre
He tears from me, my last vein, that holds the 6th layer and all my light vanishes, my moon and sun are perpetually eclipsed, my stars are dead, my reason to be, is hope for a painless tomorrow...
What am I? Now?
What am I to do?
How do I suture such a crater that is my heart?
From what do I create veins?
Can I ever love and trust again?
I loved my golden, invincible, optimistic, vain, amiable, naughty, never-giving-up, intellectual seraph so so masochistically immense.
