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The Agony of a broken heart.

Have you ever been in a relationship that felt like your were watching a sad video of yourself and your partner? One that seemed like a test; and every meeting seemed rehearsed. How tedious! What a bore!

What a paradox it is to be in a relationship and yet be so lonely. It almost feels like I am the wind, ever so present but invisible, and it is pathetic. Who is this person am with? I look at him and all i see is darkness in which I am ensnared. I am trapped in a prison without walls, a gate or locks.

This obscurity is  the feeling of a fall into a bottomless pit; all you know is that you are falling, oblivious of your what the future brings. One thing that is certain is that there will be no light still.

I look into his eyes and I see nothing, they dont light up, neither do they pierce my soul, they only stare back at me empty. His kiss, his touch... only spell out DESIRE and not AFFECTION. Like a robot he is programmed to say all the right things (which you obviously yearn for)   and apologizes so quickly after a wrong done that you wonder if he is aware of the purpose of his meaningless apology.He describes you in so many adjectives but he knows nothing concrete about you.
As much as you want to be freed from this prison, you want to stay because yo are secure of this dark place after all and you would rather not risk taking a road that is dark too but you are insecure of.

All that glisters is not gold, as humans we are conditioned to like what looks like gold, be it gold or not and reality sets in when "gold" turns to dung (maybe too harsh), or perhaps bile.

In the beginning you were a demigod, revered by all and at first sight nothing existed but love. And then you were the demon from hades with no words to describe your cruelty.

Does familiarity breed contempt or did daylight uncover your true self. How do you which one it is without being biased or disillusioned? This is the agony of a broken heart.

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