I look at him ,broken .The pieces looks bright and strong.
he doesn't know
that I'm carrying his child and I'm not sure what's the right time to tell him
our wedding in two days , yet we look miserable
His eyes falls on mine
I smile , a smile which doesn't reach my eyes
But tears pricking my lashes
"I look a mess , feel like a mess .My whole life was a joke , a play and nothing was true .My fear ,my guilt ,my nightmare, the love i trusted"
He gulps the liquor down his throat
He looks at me
His eyes boaring mine
Its isn't love
Its not lust
But its rage
Its betrayal
Its pain
"I need to feel that I am alive " I hear his words
"I want to feel it because nothing is hurting me anymore .
No truth , no love ,no betrayal , no broken trust .
I want to feel the pain , I want to feel it " his steps should caution me , I should stop him but I don't
It's not only him whose broken but me too
I feel like a masochist