#creative writng

How do you expect me to feel

when you put the entire

universe inside my heart?

And then one day you decided to

burn everything we nurtured?

The sun died and the clouds

weren’t even crying.

The flowers stood still,

and I cut off the thorns

on all of the roses you gave me

because what was the point of

trying to save them from the wild?

My chest felt like a love struck

battleground, and I was just sitting

next to the armor. Now everyone can

see that I’m not the same person

who once had the entire universe beating

inside the heart that once lived.

-Alexa Evangelista, the book I’ll never finish writing