MysteriousEnigma

What do you do when your entire world falls apart? When all your hopes, dreams and plans for the future crumble? When you no longer have a home or someone to call home? My heart is heavy, struggling with each beat. My face burns, and my eyes ache from crying. My head hurts, and I am just so tired. So incredibly tired. I look into the future, but I only see the next breath I take. I no longer dream as I sleep. I weep when I wake, when I shower, when I remember. Then I look at my little boy. My confused, tired little boy, and my heart breaks even more. He makes me smile with his joyful rambunctiousness. I smile for him, and him alone. But

The morning sunlight shines through the curtains, a soft breeze running its cool fingers along my bare skin. Your scent is left on my sheets from the night previous, it's sweet, soft, and enchanting. My hand runs along the sheets where you were only hours ago. I close my eyes, and I slowly breath you in. I feel the loneliness sink into my chest, slowly then all at once, like falling in love. But it's not like falling in love, it's painful, nauseating. Laying on my chest, my arm stretched to feel where you once laid, I breath heavily. Breathing slowly gets harder and harder, like I'm drowning in my own solitude. Weight piles itself onto my ch

Dear Mr Potter; This begins our journey. Here is a quick letter as an introduction to heartbreak and anger, something of which we are all familiar of. I always imagined, that one man I truly fell in love with, would sweep me off my feet, fight through thick and thin for me, and we'd be happy. We would live happily ever after, forever loving each other, feelings forever strong. But I was wrong. We spent three years together, Mr Potter, and he threw it all away. I knew we were having problems, little fights and disagreements, but nothing to the extent of what he described. He said he was unhappy, he wished to be alone. He told me he didn't ha

My passion is writing. My passion is books. With the scent of the paper rising to excite my bibliophilic senses, I know that I am home. This is where my life has led me, where my life began, and this is where my life will some day end. This is where my heart lays, between these pages in the lives of these characters and the life of the story. I belong here, forever amongst the paper.

Ask me the question. Because I already know I want to say yes.

You look into my eyes, and the world melts around us. Just the touch of your skin, the beat of your heart, and your soft breath on my skin, is all that tells me I'm still alive. You close your eyes, and move to kiss me. I must be in heaven, my heart is beating that hard, I imagine it will soon burst out of my chest. Then our lips meet. And out world ends as we know it.

I wasn't looking for this what is this? I don't know You know I was doing just fine By myself On my own Tell me how to Stop this feeling We started out so perfectly. I fell for you so suddenly, the air was rushing past me, and my heartbeat was in my ears, beating in my chest so hard. My heart would skip a beat every time you would look at me. I had no idea that I would ever have the chance to have you in my life like I do; it was a dream, magical, amazing. This was the impossible happening to me. Nothing ever happened to me like this. Nothing ever came so easily to me. Laughing, smiling, our friendship was so easy, and so was our love

St Valentine's Day. Ivory or white, and rings so gold. Flowers bloom, as love never grows old. The soft material flowed behind her, as she slowly walked towards the man she loves. The flashes of the many cameras illuminated her perfect features as she walked down the aisle, but nothing was able to sway her attention from his face. His eyes glued to hers, his hands tightly gripped together. She could see his nerves take over, as his best man wrapped him on the shoulder with enthusiasm. She smiled softly at him. She could see the love they shared light up his features as he saw, looking at her like it was for the first time. She only ever fe