Whisper in the Wind

Tears begin to well, drowning my dark brown eyes, sliding down my cheek, and hitting my hand with damp warmth. My breath speeds up, and my cries turn to up heaving sobs, as I stare at Aiden’s empty words. Each line is filled with them, meaningless, pathetic attempts at letting me down easy, but they don’t work. I can feel my heart cracking, breaking into a million little pieces, this very second, right before my eyes. How could some one who seems so sweet, have this built up abundance, just waiting to hurt me? All Aiden ever does is play this stupid repetitive game with me. He implies that he wants me, tells me how great he would be to me, how fantastic we would be together; then BAM! like a truck he side swipes me. Tearing my world apart, letting me know that all I am is a part of his game.