Love is Dead

She sat there staring at the new wound she inflicted upon herself,
That stood out by far the most out of all the other gashes.
The blood gushed out and dripped down her arm staining her clothes.
Red.
Blood red.
Her favorite color.
She licked it.
It tasted bitter and plain.
Nothing anymore special.
Jani clutched the merciless blade that was tarnished with her blood in her other hand.
She felt pain.
But the source wasn't coming from her cuts.
It was her heart,
Or what was left of it.
She didn't like it.
It was excruciating just to think about it.
Her heart beats were gradually slowing.
Jani closed her eyes,
The memories blurred through her mind.
Green.
The color of his beautiful eyes.
They dazzled her,
How they had a sparkle that surfaced when he spoke to her
Hidden behind them was a mystery,
One Jani could never figure out.
Along with that expression glued on his face,
Made her wonder.Coral.
The color of his lips.
The sweet taste of his kiss.
Jani flinched at this thought.
How at midnight he would tap at her window and climb through.
How the bright moon stood over them,
That sparkle in his eyes would appear.
The way he swept her hair from her face and held her close.
When she cried, he held her tighter and whispered in her ear,
"It's okay."
Then the dark thoughts swept through Jani's mind.
That dark horrid night.
She stood there alone crippled in the darkness,
As he went off into the night on his own.
Leaving her.
She thought about the times how he would always tell her,
"I love you"
What a joke.
She sat there curled in the smallest position she could manage,
In the dark corner of her room.
The memories were still strong.
Her heart beat was fading away.
Jani looked down at the razor grasped in her left hand that still trickled with her blood.


The next morning Jani's mother found her lifeless body crumpled on the floor
With a message smeared on the wall with her blood,
"Love is Dead"