It Wasn’t.

The world doesn’t stop just because it may feel as if yours has. When devastation seeps deep inside as if a dagger suddenly stabbed the life out of you. As that pain slowly seeps through your veins like blood but it’s cold. And the oxygen that kept that love alive is slowly deflating, while you are laying on the floor gasping for it to save you. But it won’t. And just like that another soul is crushed. Another heart is left hanging by a ounce of hope that still believes there is a chance. But you can’t live your life holding on to false hope. Because that hope only leads to disappointment when realization points you back to everything you ever wanted being ripped from underneath you. Tripping you down with the fire still burning. But you’re too far gone to even try to put that flame out. So you lay there and let what you thought would heal you, kill you. Because one of the hardest things to face is finding true love, yet having to let it go when you still feel every ounce of it beating within the heart abandoned inside of you. And the harshest truth to this tragic reality is, although every ounce of you believed it was true, it wasn’t.

Written by Tiffany Bales