Black As Love

She asked him with a quivering voice, terrified to hear his answer. “If I asked for your heart, would you give it to me? If I gave you mine in return? Would we live happily ever after? If I begged with all my heart, would you let me kill you and give me your last breath?” The air ceased to flow through the lungs of the young lovers. Time stilled and all the world faded imploded in the intensity of their love. Her doubts overflowed, running down her cheeks in the form of her tears. Would he refuse her? Would he tell her that they were not meant to be? Achingly slowly, his hand reached for hers with a feathery light touch as her salty nightmares ran down to her quivering jaw. A nearly silent gasp escaped past her rose-brushed lips.

“I would give you my hand if you held a burden. I would take your hurt and tears and hold them in my heart until it aches with the pain of purgatory. I would still your quivering lips with kisses gentle as air over an angel’s wings. I will do all I can for you, but I will tie myself to you for you are my master, my sun, my fallen angel that I stole from the sky. If you wish it, I will tear my beating heart from my chest and my last breath will be worthless to you for it will only be another confession of my love for you.”

Steadily, he placed her hand on his chest and together their two hands tore his heart out of his chest. Beating still, it bled with the pure obsession of his. She gasped as the red liquid of passion, the red liquid of aching and true love fell like raindrops on the dark ground staining the ground. His eyes closed with the pain of love as her tears fell with those red drops of his heart. And as they rained upon the ground, his dead corpse fell. Still from the obsession, the attraction, the passion. She held his dying heart in her hand as her hands were stained red from his bloody romance.

“You are wrong. I am no angel; you are my angel. I saw you gloriously flying through the soft clouds and I ripped off your wings so you could not leave me, yet you still find an escape from me. Do you hate me? Why do you leave me here? I love you, please don’t try to escape from me.”

She held his still corpse. This taboo love binded them with chains of broken passion, unrequited love for the light in one another’s eyes. Softly, the rain began to fall as the angel and demon faded into darkness.

Rikki [not romance]

Black As Love

Dark Revelation

This comes from a heart with a fluttering heart.

I’m an evil person. A person with no hopes or dreams, feigning creativity. What happened to those words that you said were so beautiful? They burned away at your skin as your tears of black fell on my dead heart. My innocence left me as soon as I left the womb. This world is tainted with my life. My deep darkness. What can I hope for when I deserve nothing? You tell me this face is fake, this evil face covers innocence. And if it doesn’t? Would you still stay by my side? I’m greedy and bathed in envy. I want it all, but everything I touch turns to ashes. Have I cremated you yet? These fingers dance across black keys typing black words. They’re black just like the night sky of my mind. There is no moon, no stars, no traces of emotions. I bled out of my eyes, bleeding out my memories. I’m a living corpse filled with maggots and rotting away. Will you take my hand and embrace me still? Will you let me take you life?

Rikki [not romance]

Dark Revelation

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My voice shakes as I try to grab your attention. Opening these pale, chapped lips that close without a sound. They peel with the millions of words that try to escape. Should I raise my hand? Throw a book against and wall and break various objects? Scream in pure, teenage, clichĂ© angst? Please, just hear my pleas to hear me out. This useless mouth locks up with steel bolts and keys, locking me out of this conversation. Am I simply oblivious or ignorant? The ants crawl up my nerves as my mouth opens and closes once again. “I’m HERE! I’m ALIVE!” I scream… in my mind. Do I hide behind a silent movie screen that paints me in black and white? This catastrophe in my mind needs to escape through my mouth, pose itself into plausible words. But words move through a mouth that is not mine as my lips part once again. I’ll beg, “please, hear me!” My knees are scraped from the pleading. The ants bite and crawl throughout my skin as I’m pushed off into a corner. Should I simply forfeit this battle and continue my fall downward into the fires of hell and beyond. The words not spoken bleed through paper painted black with ink. My face and tears are painted black with the words not spoken. Do I ignore the ants crawling through my veins and feign ignorance?

Rikki [not romance]

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