"hello my dear"
he grinned at her
she grinned back
it was their little secret
of course
no one knew
no one but them
of course
(ha)
"hello my darling"
she ran up for a hug
and he held her tight
like he would never let her go
because he wouldn't
right?
"i've missed you"
she looks at him
after such a long time
she looks at him
with those eyes
those eyes that
make his knees weak
and he looks down with
his eyes
that cut through her
like a knife
and she knows
without him saying anything
that he missed her too
"how are you?"
he asks her, hoping she won't lie
but she always lies
every time she says she's fine
when he knows she's not
because she doesn't want
him to hurt
because of her
(too late for that)
it breaks his heart
every time she looks away
not meeting his eyes
and tries to hide her pain
"how are you?"
she asks in return one day
hoping he won't notice
that she doesn't want to talk about
her feelings inside
he doesn't want to talk about it either
he only wants to help her
he could care less about himself
he shrugs and slings an arm around her
and she feels safe
for once
"the demons won't go away"
he tells her one night
his eyes wild
his teeth clenched
it scares her
she can't handle it
how could she?
it's just too much
but why didn't he tell her sooner?
"they hurt me over and over"
she confesses on another dark night
(all nights are dark in their world
now)
and it hurts him
because he so badly wants them to hurt
instead of her
but he can't help her
and that helplessness
is one of the worst feelings in the world
"at least i have you"
he thinks, smiling to himself
lying to himself
because she's gone
she left for a long, long time
like she's planned to all along
he couldn't stop her
but oh, how her tried
every day he tried
he always tried
he never stopped trying
but it wasn't enough
he wasn't
enough
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This poem is kinda crappy, sorry. I'm in a bad mood today.
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