It was a kiss that ruined the day; a sweet, sorrow-filled kiss that sucked the life out of me and left me breathless for air. Such a kiss, that turned ruthless in spite, should never be allowed to exist...
This kiss, this caustic, vicious affection should disappear forever…
He was careful with my skin, grazing it as if I would shatter. His eyes were full of joy, but I misread this joy for something to do with the word that floats above our heads like a cloud drifting in the sky.
Love.
It was not love he was smiling at.
His kiss turned violent, rough, hurting me in every way, every shape, every form that a soul could exist was destroyed the moment his lips landed on mine; disgusting and shocking, his lips were a demons in disguise.
From the lips he moved onwards till the very core of me, the very thing that made me pure, the one thing that made me who I was, and who I used to be was ripped away and dangled in the tips of his slimy fingers.
His callous grin was burned into my memory, forever lurking in its wake. Those eyes, eyes that blazed like a fire gone deadly, sought every inch of my skin; every part of me that was private was exposed to those horrifying orbs.
A scream was released but there was no one to answer it. His cool laugh bit through my yelp till its existence was no more. My voice, gone and away, broke out into silent sobs that would go unanswered for the innocent.
He told me to hush; he told to be quiet, but I, ignorant and confused, would not listen to his cool words for I could believe they were spilling from his mouth
The one who seemed to once shine so brightly in my world took away my most precious, sacred endowment that could never be regained again…
Purity was lost.
Anger was replenished.
A lightning bolt struck through my heart.
A broken soul remained.
What was I to do now that everything seemed fuzzy and muddled?
He left me wrecked, laying on the dim lies that he once whispered in my ear. He left me scarred; crying because the thin line between real and fake had been cross. He left me ruined; no one would want me ever again.
The image in the mirror was no longer my own.
It was his.
And all the things in the world, all the goodness and cheer that danced around through it's spirits could never change the fact that I lay bare, raw to the bone, used and worn on what used to be my haven.
All the tears that flooded my face, burning my skin in its wake, scratching the surface of my bruised cheeks would not erase the kiss he bestowed upon my life.
How many other souls felt like mine? How many others were betrayed and beaten down by the lustful desire of a kiss gone wrong? How many others had gone through pain and suffering, straight to hell and back, and yet, are still breathing, still moving, still looking for help when there is none around?
How many others are crawling through the darkness?
A kiss is what started it all: the pain, the guilt. And a kiss, a destructive, deceiving, evil kiss is what leads me away from myself and to a world filled with obscurity, shadows, and aches, where nothing that exhales life can withstand its dire consequences.
A kiss stole my soul.
Won't someone please give it back?
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