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In Your Eyes- prose

Author: LivingShadow
ASL Info:    15/Female/Colorado
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Class/Type: Prose /Love
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This is old, but it had a lot of meaning when I wrote it.

In Your Eyes- prose

When you look at me, I want to scream and laugh at the same time. The love I harbor for you is an eternal conflict between passion and hate. You torment me, and you trap me within your wake. I want nothing more than to be near you, except to forget you.
Love is taken for granted as a seamless emotion of boundless ardor and infatuation. But in reality, it’s a hideous maze of confusion and stares from across the room. When the one you love has no mutual feelings, your heart shatters into a million and one pieces. And when they take advantage of your heartache, that moment when the truth comes out is like being hit by a freight train. Love will more often than not rip your beating heart out of your swollen chest, and let you die watching it beat is final beats.
Rejection, fling and betrayal are the dreaded words of any lost lover’s soul. Rejection. Confessing your inner most sentiments for a person, only for them to shove it into your weeping face. And they disappear, leaving you lying, broken upon the floor. Fling. A love that you pray will last a lifetime is revealed to be just a chapter in a blood bound book of heartbreak and insanity. Sharing so many things, declaring so many secret, just for you to be lost within their life’s many folds. Wondering how something so beautiful, became something so distant. Betrayal. Your most trusted companion releasing your heart and soul into the free flowing wind to be gazed upon by foes and strangers alike. Stripping you of confidentiality. Your innermost secrets pasted upon a banner for the world to read. Nothing left but the mocking sneers of your public. All of this agonizing pain is the result of misplaced love. And the victims will be scarred for life as a result of the fatal encounter, if they come out alive. Because for some, the heartache is too much to handle.
Compare the malicious grip of love to the opaque fangs of a vampire. So elegant a pure in appearance, but it seldom leaves without damage in its wake. You see the vile but enticing gleam as they shine within the moonlight, and forget all warnings of the horror they plant upon the mind of the victim. All seems like bliss until the keen peaks of their daggers pierce your tender flesh, sending waves or pain rippling through your body. When they breach the surface again, you see your blood, your trust, coating the pallid ivory. Its red glimmer cascades from its surface, solitary drops ooze from the cape, falling forever until they find the hard earth below. A small pool of your soul collecting at your feet. The tainted face of your oppressor grinning at you, its hollow eyes mocking your gullibility, crushing your hope, and dousing your spirit. Robbed of everything, you’re left to die.
While love might find a way, it is only after countess heartbreaks and reconstructions that you eventually succeed in bearing your soul in all the right places. But as sure as day will give way to night, your heart will be torn and thrown away by a person who you were sure you could love. Inevitably, your core will be wounded, and you will be left with nothing but pieces.

Submitted on 2005-12-23 12:29:00     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  This piece is very thought provoking and opens ones eyes to the vulnerability of falling in love. Nothing pisses me off more .. when someone with a true heart gives everything they are away, only to find out they feel in love with a liar... a deceitful liar. I think over all you did a really good getting your message across. Good write.
Love and Peace,
| Posted on 2005-12-23 00:00:00 | by lynn7 | [ Reply to This ]

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