seezle.
away and away she goes,
washing up with the tide,
falling away with the flow.
the amalgamation of her being and his denial fell over her like dew over the morning.
all the while he threatened to leave and she fought back with a desperation that pushed him farther still.
i have dreams to make her understand it the way i do;
i have hopes of one day calling to arms the many who pledge themselves to her,
if only it would make a difference.
but shes far too unreachable now,
and she answers to none but him.
he, who grins in the face of her decline.
he, who once had all the respect i had to give.
he.
he reminds me of someone i once knew.
someone she once saved me from.
and now, backwards and inverted, her vision is blurred and she no longer possesses the willpower and imagination to break free.
she is trapped because it is her choice to stay burdened; it is the only way she is able to feel.
without this; without him, she is as hollow as the space between an “i love you” and an “im sorry”.
as desecrated with love as a gravestone worn with time and rain.
and still, all for the better, i fight for her.
i fight with her.
