Dark Embrace

His love was like poison. Injected lies that ran through my veins like heroine. It was an addiction after our first kiss and he knew he had me hooked. His promises were infectious, breaking down every blood cell in my body and leaving me defenseless. All the twisted emotions regurgitated when reality set in. My heart felt like it was ripped from my chest and thrown to a pack of bloodthirsty wolves while it was still beating. Like a deer being gutted, I felt like my body was empty. I was left with nothing. Thinking of him torments me and haunts me like a demon lurking for a soul. The happy moments re-occur as a nightmare that takes my breath away when I awake. Gasping for air, while I hold my pillow and weep for mercy. As I cry out,"why." his face appears. In a ghostly vision I can remember his blank expression. There was no compassion. His blue eyes gazed into mine as if he were looking right through me. I was a figment of his pleasure and invisible as a person. Nothing more, nothing less. Saying good-bye was easy for him since his hello was just a contaversial gimmick. I was just another play-thing with no special purpose. Like a child who grows tired of a toy, the novelty had worn off. I admit that I was in love. I was in love with a fictional man who read his pick-up lines directly from a fairytale book. Dam he was good. I was convinced. Prince charming was the role he chose. The lead and main character of every dream I told him. Then he took my dreams and burned them like a witch who failed trial. Everything I gave was at stake. What did he have to sacrifice? Absolutely nothing. I guess he deserves a standing ovation for his magnificent performance. Within minutes of his dramatic entrance he was taking his bow as the curtain closed. The love affair, much like a theatrical play, was over. My last moment with him was similar to a funeral. He was pronounced dead at the scene when he said there was no love for me. Like a corpse in a coffin, I kissed him goodbye. It was our last encounter. It seemed he was in a hurry as he grabbed his car keys and walked out the door. I stood there in the doorway lifeless and paralyzed, hoping he would turn around. Apparently he didn't. In desperation I ran out to his truck but he just drove away. He never returned. It has been months now, but I still feel him like an apparition. There are nights when I can almost smell his cologne in the room. Chills have ran up my spine when something brushed up against me because it felt like his touch. But I must remind myself that it was all make-believe. Everything is accounted for but never really existed. Our memories have been cremated and only ashes remain. His spirit is like a deceased loved one that is buried in the earth but never forgotten. Forever my dark embrace.