Tuesday, May 21, 2013

She

She is lost.
Because of some not-so-stupid boy.
That's not how it's supposed to be.
She's supposed to be smiling for the hurting.
She doesn't accept this face.

She is blinded with love and doesn't know where to start.
There is just this empty, bottomless pit in her heart.
She can't help but hates the pain she ensures herself.
She wishes she had the power to just put it all on the shelf.
The weakness and heart ache that comes along with this game.
It's just not fun anymore, it's just not the same.
This room stinks of memories and happiness there was at a time.
But she doesn't speak of that time, nor of when he used the word "mine".

When she told you she'd never stop loving you, she didn't know how much that would hurt.
She thought that would be a beautiful, blissful feeling.
But she wishes it worked where the second you stopped loving her, she would just stop, too.
Instead of this constant pain and reminder that it could never happen.
Solely because you don't love her enough to try.


~ Lia Rose 5/13/13 - 5/19/13

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