Her
August 23, 2017
It hurts more each day
To see her brush the pain away
As if expecting no other outcome.
You despise the darkness seeping into her eyes
Wanting, no, needing it to recede.
Each failed “love” slowly destroys her
Even if she smiles it away.
You want a prince charming
Not for you but for her,
To save her dimming fire
From being extinguished forever.
You want to cry
To scream
To punch
Anything to save her
From the clutches of depression
But deep down you know
That it is not your fight
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