Emmi August
Bio
Entrepreneur of trial and error.
Stories (2/0)
Crass
Of all my travesties this one hurts the most. I spend a lot of my time playing in the darkest corners of gloom. You painted my entire world, my human, my friend. My soul mate. Although we never consummated our relationship it was clear our bond was deeper, I understood you as you understood me. I could run to you with a stray heart and minuscule confliction of simple life trials and you would warm my bones with your carefully calibrated guidance. I miss your smell and your warmth I miss the smile on your soothing face warranting more of my delirious humour. I fumble on my words to describe any possible form of definition amounting to the abyss of soul crippling pain I feel inside since the stars called you home. I pray to my constellations energy that my spirit may manifest with yours the day my life dances to the next. I wake up with your laugh vividly coursing through my memories serenading with your touch and long accepting gaze I seen in my dreams last night sadness is sedating my vast love for living the blood sweat and tears you have poured from your once beating heart to show me how to love myself and others is fading away with your memory you promised me life was beautiful that it wasn't all dark. I believed in you like you believed in me, I guess we were both disappointed in the end the blissful chaos you shook in my damaged mind deteriorates, a callous last sway for torments revenge. I am the wolf you are the moon cursed to be loves sinister cruel yearning your death didn't kill me, but something inside me died that day.
By Emmi August7 years ago in Poets