October 2018 – JiltedWords

She held her last breath with fear in her eyes. Most would ask how do I know this. Truth is. I see her. Almost every night. I hear her cries. Feel her pain. The angst in her voice. The strain of her heart. We never said goodbye. But, she usually visits around 3am. And that’s when it strikes. The ache in her soul as he destroyed her. As he ripped her smile and bruised her flesh. Most would speak of her as being naive or stupid. But, no one knew her like I did… although sometimes I wonder if I knew her as well as I thought. I mean, when we spend so much time trying to be whatever individual fits with the next. Wearing our masks that become so attached. Are we ever fully ourselves? Or do we live our moments in secret. Hide our true souls away in fear of what others may think. Of how they’d judge. Until, we end up in the wrong hands. Until, we take our last breaths. She did. She lived in pain but, loved with hope, with want that someone would love her back just as much. So, she believed him when he spoke the words her heart ached for. Until he stabbed her with the needle.