She never believed in love; love for her was unreal. It was one of the fictitious stories humans made up to heal their broken souls. She tried to believe in the story; even so, she couldn’t; it wasn’t her fault; she grew up like a rope, a rope her divorced parents played tug of war with.

She had no hope; she was worn out, but he came like the sunlight illuminating pitch darkness; he sprinkled stardust on her, making her beam brighter than the moon; he made her heart beat faster than light. She gave him her everything; he made her his everything. They made their own little world full of love, happiness and passion. She felt like the universe was by her side; her heaven, he was the glow in her dark. She would feel the warmth of his skin as he pulls her closer to him; taking her breath away, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. His love filled her, releasing her darkness. He controlled her demons – he became friends with them. She wanted him more – he was her drug. He was the only thing she wanted to touch – he meant so much. He was her safest place; she wasn’t alone, she wasn’t broken anymore.

Sadly, she didn’t know he was poison, sweet poison, sweet addicting poison. He was in her bloodstream; sweet poison, choking her with every breath she took, her lungs filled – ready to burst. Everything was in flames; her chest in flames, she lost everything in flames. Sky was filled with fire and smoke, her eyes vehemently dolor; flames around her burned her dreams, memories, hopes, her everything, there was nothing left to do, butterflies buried under the ashes – not to be resurrected. She was all over the place; she was vulnerable – she was weak.

Now, it was time; time for them to come, to come and rescue her. They found her shattered in the corner of her mental cave – scattered in pieces on the floor. They came and joined her piece by piece, giving out ugly cries as they felt her pain; they cried for her as they sucked out the sweet poison from her body. Finally, she was pure once more; unilluminated purity visible in her eyes, it was her revival – her resurrection, she was on her feet once again. They saved her life; her dark, dark demons.

 

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