I see you there, smiling at me, like a cat grins at a mouse,never fully satisfied with catching it,but toying with it,until you grow weary of the game,and end it abruptly.
You walk away from me.I reach out to you with a shaking hand,my last hope.
Your eyes speak for you - they have nothing but pity in them,along with remorse.
My hand falls, my last lifeline gone,completely destroyed, like a mirror, shattered when I am no longer to your pleasing. I am cast away,like lilies thrown to the water,as hope is lost to the wind,never to return.
There is nothing left of me now. I am a broken shell, nothing but a sadmemory of what used to be alive,breathe air,laugh, and, for some strange, indefinite reason,love you, as if you were my own soul,like my life depended upon it,though I never showed it.
How could I ?
You never approved of it. Your betrayal has killed me. Is this what you wanted all along . . . . . . Gin ?