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The Story Ain't Over

The Breaking of a Heart

By Lily PapenfusPublished 6 years ago 5 min read
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Whispered Words

If whispered words from saudades lips could scrape the mere surface of your natural beauty. The world would forever bathe in the aurora of fireflies.

For I promise to risk the depth of Hell and Tartarus, brave the fallen of Valhalla and Avalon, challenge the mere foundations of man and tear the gate of heaven asunder in the hope to grasp your hand and pull you from the thought of extinction.

I am nothing more than a silver-tongued demon, but never have truer words escaped such a mind of fantasy and grew so strong in reality.

Forevermore your true guardian, to pick you up when you fall, to carry you from the war, to hold you from pain and kiss you passionately in vain.

Be ever at peace my one, my all, forever in love with such a beautiful star.

Guardians

One fears thou art, not strong as once was. As the darkness embraces heart as soul. Lost soul struggles to be true to one’s own self. Mixed with endless torments not known by others. Blood flows rich at the stem, as the heart shudders at the meaning of life.

Farewells were of man's design for the hearts of their own. For we are never truly gone, merely forgotten in time, as to be unwanted, as thus unneeded.

Do not look forth to the stars, we do not reside there. Do not look forth to the heavens, we do not shelter there.

We are Ghosts in Fog, Shadows in Darkness. We are found and reborn. Defenders, Protectors, Guardians.

Rain Drops

Time lapsed in a loop of non-motioned silence. As droplets of rain shimmered down a coarse spine. Bleak, cold, beauties face shivers as they run.

Feeling warmth embrace, as though arms wrap tightly around. Delicate, soothing touch, ignites passions thought long lost. Deep within the core depth of an empty soul.

The rain warms as more than just physical holds. As Wind blows memories through the mind as if lived moments ago. Smells of lost scents, enrich the purest of memories.

Light fades, dawning reality. Standing solo.

A once true love forever gone, lost to lover palms. Looking to Shaking palms, tears fall and flow unto them. As Wavering knees crumple, knowing love slain loves true self.

Weeping Skies

Darkening skies echo eternal torment upon my soul. For the cliff, I once stood upon ready to risk it all, is now the very cliff my torn broken body stands once more.

A lifetime of cracks, tear this broken soul asunder. As the blood of so much pain drips away in timeless ways. Angels frown as demons rejoice. The beast rips through me this one final time. I am lost, soulless, void and empty.

For today I dive one last time, not for love, nor hope or belief. But because I must, to tame a beast I can no longer fight. We are never gone just seep away from memories, and as you may forget who I was, you will always feel who I could have been.

Our Farewell

Mi-Lady, I still remember the very first night, traveling many a mile just to feel your embrace as I stole you away from harm. The feelings when your lips met mine, our kiss, the sweetest of touches as your skin sacrificed soft with Goosebumps.

That night I lost all strength and willpower to your beauty, and yet I had never felt so alive in all my life. You made me feel I could fly, soar, and swoop like that of a great dragon. Dreams came true as the stars danced across the early morning sky. I would have loved you no less if we had only embraced for the few hours Gaia had intended, but my soul refused to let you go and as I held you close to me, I could feel that your soul didn't want to leave either.

I'm a cold-hearted creature, with no emotions and fewer feelings. I know this, us, cannot last forever. He wants freedom and I struggle now to hold him bound, burying him deep down. I fear that as I keep disappearing, trying to find myself and make a better life for us, one day I will return and you will be gone. I know speaking of such things curse the happiness we have brought to one another, but I know deep inside you will go. Fearing that one-day I myself may never return to you.

As long as there is a beating breath inside this cold soulless body, I will always just love you. May the world come crumbling down, may the oceans dry as deserts, I've seen what it’s all worth living for and those visions, are you. Each dawn I break free from dreams, embracing your gentleness, and softest of touches.

To spare you, heart, I'm suffering in silence afraid to let you in and see the real me. Who am I to know what I'm to feel, as I feel so incomplete and this love will just leave your heart an open wound. You deserve more.

Mi-Lady, My Love, Strolling down these pavements aimlessly, I can see our farewell, Seeing the sadness I bring to your eyes, Loving you so much it hurts my soul, Your silence stops my heart. The happiness of smiles is how I want to remember thee, worried eyes and shaking hands aren't for the angel you are.

I promise I will watch you through these nights, Please rest your head and go to sleep, because Mi-Lady, this is the final farewell. I will always love you and be here for you in dreams of said past, in one way or another. Sweet angel, you'll worry too much, You are not alone in this life, even if you think you are. I'm always here for you, feel my spirit, my soul, my love.

Forever yours,

Story Ain’t Over

Confusion of fusion, as complex worlds, bears upon shoulders frail. To love as not loved is to hurt without feeling. Darkest desires reside deep within, Souls so pure never give in.

Inner core twists and cracks, in endless turmoil, never relax, as darkness dwells within deep places, unleashed the fury as cold heart races.

Guardians show true wonders of the world. Angels show the true depth of soul. Fear neither and both alike, for spirit, touched, heavens felt, safe in moments lost in sight.

Brightest light shone brightest in you, for all now it fades through blue. Darkness is all but eternal to thee. But the story ain't over, for you and me.

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About the Creator

Lily Papenfus

18 year old college student at Lourdes University. My passions include photography, art things, and teaching young children. Follower of Jesus Christ and regular attender at CedarCreek Church.

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