Story of A Goddess

I had to be a masochist.
Just had to let my itchy fingers dial your number.
The voice although far from real still felt good.
A painful relief.
Hot tears spilled.
No more... No more... Please.

Then that empty promise was made.
Although i expected it to never happen, I was still angry.
Stupid stupid situation.
I calm myself.
Can't spoil it for you.
No more... No more.. please.

"Elisha he's drunk and we're all drunk
so he'll call you back tomorrow morning ok?
He's throwing up
Haha"

It pierced through me like a million white-hot knives. Ready to burn and leave me bereft.


*Haha Haha Haha....*

Although the intention was good, it replayed in my mind.
Like an evil sinister laugh.
I'm sorry I spoiled it.
I'm being eaten up from the inside.
No more... No more.. No more... Please.

Never again.