She told me that she wanted to be alone.
I simply wanted to embrace her in the dark room;
fragranced with the scent of sadness, and a hint of hopelessness.
She didn’t have to speak to let me know that she was hurting,
before the breakdown, her back was already turning.
I let her eyes burn and liquid fall through,
while I listened on the other side.
Success stories tend to leave out the part,
when the pressure finally rips through the Heart.
The moment when the feet stop moving, and the eyes start glimmering,
With tears held back for years.
The moment when time stops ticking,
And darkness gets comforting.
She had to stop and rest while,
Because it was getting crazy,
And the words were making her achy.
I dared not tell her it would be alright,
For my eyes too started burning.
I felt for her what no one cared to consider,
That she simply wanted everyone to be pleased,
With her efforts, and to see what she saw,
When she dressed, when she cleansed.
She only wanted, even once for dreams to be alive,
And destined hearts to collide,
But failure got too frequent,
And the devastation finally set in,
And she only wanted to rest,
But simply for a while.
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