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*The Day the World Stood Still*
Hands damp with sweat;
Blood pulsing with spiked cortisol;
Heartbeat echoing like thunder;
"Stay or go?" pondered amidst a tumultuous mind.
This scenario was not the first or the hundredth occurrence,
Survival mode a constant, a life in endurance.
Ensnared in his narcissistic web,
Escape attempts futile, in bondage I was kept.
In the abyss of hopelessness and defeat,
You emerged, a beacon, my retreat.
Your presence, a balm to my fears,
Safety and security after countless tears.
Palms now dry, anxiety dissipates,
Heart finds its steady rhythm, liberation awaits.
To breathe freely again, a cherished sensation.
In his presence, my heart raced,
A cycle of slavery and freedom embraced.
Lost in a whirlwind, up or down, I couldn't discern,
A rollercoaster unchosen, a journey to unlearn.
You granted distance, a reprieve for my mind,
Space and time, a chance to unwind.
Yet, excitement for the future met an abrupt demise,
Self-blame lingered, as if fate comprised.
A moment froze, the world standing still,
How did it unravel, where did it spill?
You, unready to commit, moved on with feverish haste,
Soon, the distressed damsel's hero left without a trace.
Tidal Wave
Today, my guitar strums a somber refrain,
Tears cascade, a melancholic rain.
Lost in thoughts, missing you anew,
Heartache whispers, "How could this be true?"
In the grip of a tidal wave, I linger,
Longing to confess, yet courage withers.
You moved on swiftly, a hastened chase,
Left broken, my heart in a displaced space.
Navigating a whirlpool of uncertain fate,
A path unclear, in sorrow, I await.
You, unparalleled, in solitude stand,
Reluctantly admitting, love slipped through like sand.
Amidst this emotional hurricane's clutch,
Daily yearning, regret's relentless touch.
Why did you leave, why not remain?
Alone, I confront the echoes of love's refrain.
Thoughts of you persist, a haunting plea,
Hidden desires, an unrequited decree.
Facing the harsh truth of reality,
I meant nothing, a heartbreak's finality.
In this tidal surge, you claimed not ready for commitment,
Yet swiftly embraced a new sentiment.
Happy for you, but betrayed and confused,
Alone, I ride the wave, emotions bruised.
In solitude, I navigate this tumultuous sea,
Feeling used, emotions lost in the debris.
Left broken, uncertain of where I stand,
Alone, riding this relentless tidal wave, unplanned.
Echoes of the Heart
Nichole sat in her cozy living room, bathed in the soft glow of the evening sun. Memories of heartache and betrayal flooded her mind, each one a painful reminder of the emotional scars she carried from her past.
She had loved before, with a depth that had left her shattered and broken. But then she met Kenny – a whirlwind romance that ended in tears and anguish. In the aftermath of their separation, Nichole had vowed never to let anyone hurt her like that again. She built walls around her heart, brick by brick, to shield herself from further pain.
And then she met Andrew – a breath of fresh air in the midst of her distress. Their connection was instant, their passion intense. For a fleeting moment, Nichole allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, she had found her perfect match.
But their relationship was short-lived, ending amicably as they both moved on to new chapters in their lives. Andrew had never hurt Nichole – he had been everything she had ever wanted, everything she had ever dreamed of. But still, she couldn't shake the ghosts of her past.
And then, out of the blue, Kenny resurfaced – a blast from the past that sent shockwaves through Nichole's carefully constructed defenses. As he attempted to reenter her life, Nichole grappled with a difficult decision. If she had to choose between Andrew, the perfect man she had recently met, and Kenny, the man who had hurt her, who would she pick?
Instantly, her mind betrayed her, choosing Kenny without hesitation. It was a truth she didn't want to accept, a painful reminder of the lingering hold he still had on her heart. It was a hard pill to swallow, a truth she didn't want to believe – but deep down, she knew it was the reality she had to face.
Summoning all her courage, Nichole decided to confront Kenny once and for all. She expressed the wall she had built around her heart, brick by brick, to guard herself from further pain. She spoke of the betrayal she had felt, the trust that had been shattered time and time again.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she confessed her fear of letting her wall down, of risking her heart for a love that may never be reciprocated. But despite her reservations, Nichole knew that she couldn't ignore the feelings she still harbored for Kenny.
As they sat in silence, Nichole braced herself for Kenny's response, unsure of what the future held. But deep down, she knew that no matter what happened, she had finally found the courage to confront her past and take a step towards healing.
Bound by Fate
It's like being trapped in a maze with invisible walls, where every turn leads me back to him. I never chose this, never wanted it, but here I am, entangled in a love I never asked for.
His presence is like a constant reminder of my lack of control. I see him across the room, his smile pulling me in like a magnet, despite my efforts to resist. It's frustrating, feeling powerless against this force that draws me closer to him, against my will.
I try to convince myself that I can walk away, that I have the power to choose my own path. But every time I try to distance myself, something pulls me back. It's as if our fates are intertwined, destined to collide no matter how hard I fight against it.
I resent the universe for playing this cruel trick on me, for robbing me of my autonomy when it comes to matters of the heart. Love should be a choice, a conscious decision made by two individuals who genuinely care for each other. But here I am, bound by fate to a man I do not even like.
I long for the freedom to love who I want, to choose my own destiny without the interference of some unseen force. But as much as I resist, I cannot deny the pull he has on me. And so, I find myself trapped in this frustrating cycle, yearning for a love that I can never truly call my own.
In the Revealing Bandwagon
(Following the example of my fellow RWBY RPer @huntsman-ash I have decided to play this little game.) For each ❌ I receive, my muse will reveal one of their kinks.