Poison- Prologue
Poison: something harmful or pernicious; a substance with the ability to impair health or destroy life.
I knew someone who was like a sweet type of poison to me. He had the ability to destroy my life; leave me numb and cold. And he did, in a way. Just not the way you'd think.
Numb: deprived of physical sensation or the ability to move; cold.
Isn't it such a weird word? So descriptive, yet leaves you with questions.
Weird: unearthly or uncanny; fantastic; bizarre.
Weird is a weird word. He was weird. But he was the enthralling kind of weird you would see in some corny tv special or a boring story you have to read in class. He was like that, just genuinely better. Actually, He wasn't weird; he was just different. Real. Alive.
Different: not alike; not ordinary; unusual.
Some strive to be different, others yearn to blend in. Only those who yearn can truly be different. He told me that once. But like i've said before, he was different.
Yearn: be moved or attracted to; to long.
Its easy for someone to yearn. I've yearned for him to be at my side for a long, long time. But the universe's biggest form of separation has done its job and separated us. I'm still trying to convince myself that there's nothing i could have done for him, but the guilt is still heavy.
Guilt: the feeling of responsibility or remorse for some offense, crime or wrongdoing, whether real or imagined. My guilt for what happened is my poison. When i wake up its the first thing i think of. Well, that's a lie actually. I think of his eyes. His beautiful, stormy gray eyes. They haunt me. He haunts me.
Poison: something harmful or pernicious; a substance with the ability to impair heath or destroy life.
He is my poison.