The Monster is Him
A warming smile, an enchanting laugh. A crumbling sensation within the realms of my soul. He was the stars that lit up my body, yet the un-denying darkness that consumed my heart. His engulfing arms enclosed me- trapped in a hopeless sense of love. Truth hid behind his beauty, lies covered up by his reassuring smile, his unrecognizable anger covered by an uncontrollable laughter. A monster. A bitter numbness. No longer could i feel- he took that along with everything piece of happiness within me. A MONSTER... who didn't break me, BUT LEFT ME TO BE UTTERLY... alone.
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