only-my-shadows

I married my love in the spring-time but by summer, he'd locked me away. He'd murdered me dead by the autumn, and by winter I was naught but decay. It's cold where I am and so lonely, but in loneliness I will remain, unloved, unavenged, and forgotten, until I am whole once again.

She loved me. Or at least I think she did. I was 16 I was new I fell stupidly in love. I was her first as she was mine. Our love was raw and lacked boundaries. Her lips tasted like that first bite of juicy watermelon on a summer's day. The way she gently sucked on my bottom lip. I held on to her, wishing to never let go. Sitting in the dappled light of the willow, we explored every inch of each other. But she had to leave. And with that final goodbye kiss, she was gone from my life forever. ~ They found her body a day later ~