The Broken Vow (Part3)

The Broken Vow (Part3)


They say a marriage is a curse. Now we believe. It changed an angel to Lucifer. Call me Lucifer. How can I begin to remind you of all the that pain, off all those fights & all the struggles, how?
I've lost already, this battle I started.
Take your head out of your hands and look at me. Look into my soul, kneeling, begging, crying.
I taste salt again, from the memories of who I was and who I became.
Your broad shoulders had hung low with failure that night, desperate for my warmth. Desperate for my support. All I had done was stand still & utter the most hurtful words at the sight of your sack letter.
I had let my fear spiral out of control, my insecurities had birthed a greater demon inside of me. I hear the echo of my voice in my head, nagging, ranting, judging...eventually, cheating. That had broken you.
I had a beautiful piece of framed art & I let it slip and break to pieces. How can I join back all the pieces without hurting myself?
Help me. Take your head out of your hands and look at me now. Sober. Humble. Full of regret.
I can hear your thoughts, it's yours. It's ours. This child. Just look at me.
Look at me and remember. Remember nothing.  
Don't forgive, just forget.
And see the angel I am now.




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