Shame on Me

Shame on me.

Shame to the feelings of comfort. the warm that caressed my back as your arm weighed itself on my shoulder, the weight of carefrulness taking over. the subtle scent of nostalgia like it was all Deja Vu. Bliss.

Shame on you.

Crafting every word with the finest silk. Each note leaving a soft ring in my ears as your lips moved and sight of endearment as I watched you craft away. Those deep chuckles that vibrated at the end of your throat echoing through the room capturing a foolish girl into a deeper fall.

Shame on me.

Blinded by the bright light that was him. A light that did not harm the eyes, but rather pulled you into its presence and beautiful color. you reach out not noticing the cliff with jagged rocks at the very bottom waiting to feel your flesh. go to him, he’ll be there to catch you. Trust him.

Shame on you.

Your soft kisses that made her own mouth water for more of that delicious soul. Watching as the blind girl walks towards her demise, you tell her to keep going. “Dont stop” you said. You must be in a trance yourself, almost losing yourself to her, but in the end you remembered your true objective: pain.

Shame on me.

Falling down twisting and tunring mid air and there as you fall, you see it. A figure looking down at you almost sad, but not shocked. It’s him watching as the best thing that he’s ever had fall to her death. The wretched pain swirls throughout your body, first in your lungs. Then your throat, and lastly to the rest of the body. It goes dark. 

Shame on us both.

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