She wept until her eyes dried out -
she cried for herself,
for her naivety and attachment
to someone incapable of loving her the same way;
she cried for him,
who made it seem effortless to make her believe in love again;
she cried for the two of them,
for all they could have been, if only.
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PoetryWhat I couldn't say out loud, I write. Completed! Check out new poetry in Rumblings of the Sky :)
