My Estranged Love

I’m in the turbulence of a harrowing nightmare where I’m mauled by a legion of romantic pasts. The marauders are here to plunder my heart so I’m bruised by the sequence of sour, affectionate episodes.

I knew a world of unquantifiable thrill and sank into the abysmal depths that fed lovers ecstasy. The skies called me upwards and I levitated to challenge the efforts of gravity. Love compelled me to superhuman feats and to exceed the ways of convention.

The waters of delight were majestic seas and the affections of my darling wrote passion with the ink of gold. Sincerity came as a vivid portrait and the transparency of my belle beat the purity of crystalline springs.

So I gave my heart to sessions of fondness and yielded my emotions as instruments to play in the concert of romance. The days came as ribboned packages—a treat of impressive, bountiful surprises.

My heart was bloated from tender inclinations and I saw the stars roam my eyes in a magnificent trail. These lips were glued to feverish kisses and never could I decline the torrential rain from those sentimental events.

Now hypocrisy stares at my face intently and I see the unabashed picture of deception dominate my string of thoughts. I’m fraught with anger and naked in the face of defeat. I feel cheated amidst evidential truths, bemoaning my sore, throbbing heartaches.

So I’ve sworn to recover lost grounds and snatch back my prized sanity. She’s made herself the object of my contempt so I’ll rid the remnants of her identity from the landscapes of my heart and give my vengeance the pleasure of hurt and injury.

The treatment of an outcast will become her inalienable reality as I disfigure her shine so she’s an underdog in romantic circles. She’s a fraudster among femininity so her sting must be plucked and her deadly poison neutralised.

The edifice of my heart is shattered into splinters and the fabric of my pride is smudged to the absolute shock of masculinity. I’ve become an aberration fallen in between the cracks and relegated to crushing, heart-wrenching trauma.

I have a bitter pill to swallow, but I’ll make her share this foul toxicity and cringe from an awful, excruciating torture. It’s a failed expedition of romance hanging outside the borders of prediction but I’ve vowed to make her my estranged love.

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