Intangible

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 The long, silent, piercing stares did not have their immaculate effect anymore. Lust was void and so the blindness of love became exposed and now she was wide awake. Breathing. Feeling nothing. They cannot even be friends; because where love once roamed, anger and shame have forced an entry into her heart to make it home.

Can you imagine? That actually,  at one point in time, she thought that the only reason she existed was because of his love pumping future promises of meaningful existence; keeping her on life support in the hopes that everything she had so desired would eventually become a reality. Just absurd. Blurred vision then; in fact sheer stupidity.

Now he gazed intently and undressed her with his sweeping, rapid, eye movements but instantly he became puzzled, stunned, mouth agape in exasperation. The shock of the realization that she was not naked anymore, nor was she trying to be and now he stood dyslexic and could not even decipher this open book. Illiterate much. He never could read her anyway.

And as she stared back, she pondered with a sharp smile what she could have ever seen in him. He contained nothing to sustain her, to build her, to comfort her, to see her through. He was just a perfect stumbling block fulfilling his purpose to obstruct and impede her unhappiness for a short while because he understood vulnerability all too well. He was the giant vulture, she was the lowly prey. 

She actually loved him that time. In her dimension, she only emanated what was genuine but how could an unhealed man recognize love for what it was truly worth anyway? She made him her sun and that was her greatest error. His burning, gravitational pull boldly eclipsed  her love instead. She danced and pranced around his intensity and never thought she could ever break away. Until that one time, she stood at the edge of the cliff of recognition and it dawned on her that she was in fact, her own damn universe.

And so, snapping out of the bullshit, she became the centre of her being, resistant and solidified, unwavering; and now all the men of little substance seemed to dance around her; confident that they will break in. Not one however, can ever get close to her and steal her light; for just like the sun, if they ever dare, she will crash, spew and burn!

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