Dreams turned nightmares.

I have been having nightmares. Nightmares about a love gone bad. About a lover ending my life. Every night this past couples of weeks the same dream. We are this lavish party, family and friends we having the time of our lives.

The pain is agonizing and yet I stay alive. One right through my head and another on my spine. I don’t die. I lay here in my own pool of blood and watch all of you go on with your lives. Most of you stop and stare and you give me those pitiful eyes and move on, others don’t even notice the blood on their gorgeous shoes. That’s not my worry…my worry is why would a person I love so much want to hurt me so bad? You so easily pull the trigger of your forty five twice…you ignore the love we shared and the memories. The laughter, the joy…how could those mean so little to you? Is the line between love and hate really so thin? Lovers yesterday and war lords today? Love is not supposed to be so sad.

Silly me, for loving you without asking why or what for..For loving you without pride. Such stupid love this was. Such hurtful love. So silly you have made me.

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