There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief… and unspeakable love.

Washington Irving

It feels like grief. I’m bereaved. Robbed of all those future happy moments I’d imagined. Rejection hangs heavy on me like a black veil. Why wasn’t I enough for you? What could I have done differently?

Laying in the dark replaying every painful exchange which led to goodbye. Watching it unravelling in memories, a bystander to my own misery. Lost somewhere between your disdain and my resentment. You played games with my head and heart leaving me dizzy and confused.

There’s no turning back the clock. It’s done. And my heart can’t stand the pain. Am I so damaged that this is what it’s come to? You can no longer stand to even speak to me and I can no longer bear to say your name. Everything is tainted. Poisoned by our words and acts.

How did we become this? Once we were golden. And now we’re just broken.

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Sinful Sunday

16 COMMENTS

  1. Oh goodness . . . don’t know what to say. Other than part of me is hoping your words are based around the look of your photo, rather than actual fact?
    Because your photo is very striking and powerful . . . almost defiant and strong!
    Xxx – K

  2. This image looked poignant even in the thumbnail of the Sinful Sunday linkup, but it became even more so when I viewed them fully and read your accompanying words. Such beautiful images, my heart goes out to you for them to have been caused by you hurting inside x

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