Her

Part 4

I wrote quickly, my hand moving over the smooth white page steadily as I inscribed my words into my notebook. I watch the shadows move across these white walls, with tired eyes. What's the game now, see how far she falls? I stare out the window as it rains, I've never been so alone, with me, without you. In this white room, listening to loneliness. I've been waiting for the sun, but it never came, and you brought me the summer rain. I was broken, and just wanted to be whole. Tower above me, the promise of hope I've help I've adored. I'm not leaving. I won't run from the pain if it means I can kill my fears, stop these tears. I'll get it right this time, I have faith but I won't close my eyes. You stop my tears and the lull, you're beautiful. You're the last thought in my head before I sleep, you're my dream and why I wake. I smile because I cry, I cry because I loved you. I'm still crying over you, still stuck smiling. I still love you, Still addicted to the pain you cause. This rose has bloomed, and is dieing. Are you? I shut my eyes and I am close. But the darkness will choke on me, and from within I will devour, the darkness that restrains my soul. Whisper in my ear. Tell me that you love me. Unanswerable questions. The only unquestionable answer is, I love you. Killing me softly, lost in time, and washed away with tears. Promise me you'll hold me tight. Assure me you'll never let go. Say you'll walk by my side. Reassure me you'll never leave. I hope you know I love you. Your smile is my midnight sun, shining down on me in the middle of my nightmare. Breaking through the gray swirled clouds of despair. You bring me hope, so thank you. Pressed in with walls all around me, I'm going to snap or fall. Twisted black thoughts overflow, spilling out of sight down the road. Pain stolen from hearts will show, and tears will fall as rain. You cause my pain, you broke me, you saved me, you kill me, you bring me to life. Still, you're beautiful.

I lifted the tip of my pen from the white page, and scanned over the black ink that formed the words I'd written. I lightly traced over the sentences with my finger, then looked up at her and smiled. Yes.