Roaring background noise.
In the rubble lay her desperation.
She is now chained to her reverie.
She stares at her future with grief and fear.
Sad how she takes responsibility for the actions of others.
It is her nature now,
The Heroine of her tragedy.
The woman she swore she’d never become…
She is terrified of her own self.
As for him,
Her own sworn protector.
Those were just words.
Only a piece of paper.
It’s foolishness how something so disposable can hold such depth.
When in reality, there was no depth at all.
She needed love,
Is that what it’s called?
You were not invited.
She noticed you looking at her.
This she had been waiting for since the day her daddy walked away.
The missing ingredient.
You couldn’t read her fragile state of mind,
How could you?
Some say it had been plotted out.
But how can a man so young be so intrusive with intent?
She will always defend the motives of her captor.
She was too blinded to give you any credit.
She did not think you could read her.
Once you discerned her spirit,
You tried to warn her.
She refused to listen.
Addicts are stubborn.
You were too late.
She was suffocating in revulsion,
Blindly to her demise.
She could reveal the good in anything…
In her father, her mother, even him,
But not herself.
She was just a girl.
She couldn’t stop this?
None of you could.
Where were you?
One way street.
She must have mistaken you for somebody else.
Didn’t you feel it?
Her heart was depleted, all except for one piece.
She held it near, for she was only 18.
She gave it to you.
Why? She still does not know.
A girl is not meant to throw away her whole heart.
Just take it all…
Then you took her body and did what you pleased.
She traded her dreams for you.
She exchanged her heart for yours.
Still defeated by herself,
She climbs mountains to find her soul.
Where does she start?
She doesn’t know where she’s from?
So much time spent exploring the inside of his heart,
That she lost her own…..time….. heart.
She fixed you,
And then she broke.
You found her when she did not want to be found.
She ran the other way as you screamed to lure her back.
It doesn’t make sense, does it?
The abused confuse mistreatment with affection.
She ran as if racing for the gold,
The screaming was for you…
Misery loves company!
She is truly sorry she could not help herself.
She is a beautiful soul who never saw her own beauty.
She floated away like a piece of driftwood in a river.
She will rebuild.
That driftwood is just disintegrated pieces of her past on the river bank.
She despises him,
She still rescues him.
She equates him with with pain,
She is disturbed in his presence,
But is lost when he leaves.
How can she be addicted to someone so destructive?
Addicted to her own demise?
On a mission with no destination.
This will consume her life.
It hurts to remember,
But it remains her treasure.