Saturday, November 23, 2013

The Grim of Joy

I used to be a very logical woman. A woman that loved control, and because of that is wary of love.

When you are in love, you lose control of your emotions-emotions I try so desperately to control, and in this case to hide.

I used to wear an aloof mask, in case someone can see through all my flaws. I deceived, I made them believe I am sane.

Then I met a man; a charming, handsome man.

He was like sweet poison. It tasted fine at first, and then destroyed.

It destroyed my heart, an organ I tend not to think about.

It destroyed me.

He was The Grim, but instead of taking lives, he took away joy.

My joy.

Friday, November 22, 2013

I'm finally free

If was as if her memories were taken,  blissfully streamed from her conscious mind. He was of no importance. She was free.  


I was at an inn, drinking wine and lost in thought.
When I fell asleep, it was like someone sucked out  all my affection for Him.

I imagined it as if a magical creature touching my head, digging through my mind, reaching and taking my misplaced affection for a man that caused me nothing but anguish.

It was like any and every affection I had for him was blissfully gone.

Gone like when lightning passes and the after is glorious sunshine.

It was the first time in a long while where  I felt free.

I had my wings again.
I flew from all my self-loathing that stemmed from my masochistic affection from Him

I was finally, finally free.