“I was quick to dismiss him. I was determined never to entertain love and love talks. I have had enough. I’m sure if awards were given for failed love, I would have a truck load. Maybe my bruised heart would serve as one. My last lover did great damage. He took what was left of my broken heart and sucked the breath out of it so much so nothing could make it flutter in love again”.
I tell the story of a girl who went in search of love.
She journeyed with her priced possessions: her pen, her heart and crazy mind.
She journeyed through the land of words.
Wild bitter words were food to her; vile were the words she drank.
Even when the thorns of words tore her delicate skin, she never gave up.
Till one fateful day, when he came her way.
“He, I thought was my heaven-made match.I never suspected he was a heart stealer. I gave him the key to the sacred lock. I let him into the inner most chamber of my heart. He became the king of my heart”.
She loved him with all of her brokenness.
She gave him all she had- her heart, pen and crazy mind.
His words meant everything to her.
He spoke them not neither did he scribble, his big brown eyes
imprinted it on her broken heart and deep down her soul.
Actions they say speak louder than words.
His words were action, they meant everything to her.
Those words hugged her brokenness
with their rainbow wings, they kissed her scars.
she felt so safe until he stabbed her heart to death
with those same words.
“Gosh! He was a good pretender and I fell real hard. I have never felt so broken in my whole life. So you see why I can’t stand another love talk. I am done with love because he, my last lover,murdered what was left of my bruised heart”.