[bloody kisses]: 558.Creative Void (short stories & poems).Powerless : Air and Plot Thickened

You’re just as weak as the hearts you’ve left to break and shatter on the rugged asphalt. You carry them to your home and use and tear them. You’re the one everyone hates but wants.

So fake, but beautiful and classic, stuck up with your own confidence. Amazing in the least of words; no matter how much distaste I hold for you. Awe striking disposition and sense of self, but where is the reality?

Where is you? Where is the person who truly knows herself? The person I used to love? The pessimist who took like as it is?

The stranger I feel for the presence of my old dear friend, the familiar face…this stranger…she looks at me as though I am smaller than dust and dissolve as a snowflake and evaporate like spilt, filtered water.

If I am nothing, what are you? Nothing, thin as air, wishing desirably to be made into a gem, a jewel, a luxury? That never finds its way into the world. If you’re in belief that you’re nothing, why not at least be yourself? Is my friend truly in denial? Is she truly gone?

From air to a toxic poisonous chamber; poison me until I breathe no more. That’s what you want, right?