Words.

I messed up

I messed up. I fessed up and I messed up. Now let me catch you up.

There was a man and a woman. The woman loved the man and he didn't even know it because she wouldn't dare show it.

But who cares about dares when this woman is being shaken awake every night by nightmares.

Nightmares that rip him away from her and she can't bear it and she can't share it because then she'd be giving too much away.

She doesn't need suspicion. Even when she sits alone in the mornings just wishing, praying, going day by day and-

You know what? Never mind. Because this woman is tired of wasting her time on silly little hopes.

For once, she wants results and she wants them quick, so she draws out her plans in the sand with a stick.

But at every turn she's thrown overboard. So she keeps making silent prayers to the lost and while she's sitting here eating away that man gets to live his life happily day by sunny day.

This woman is tired and beaten and just wants silence. Maybe she can achieve peace by fighting.

Fuck you. Fuck your science. Fuck your morals and the code that you swear you live by I just want to say a subtle fuck you and go away.

This woman felt her soul burn and her eyes water. But who gives a damn. His happiness was all that mattered.

You see that? I used the past tense. Because this bright and beautiful woman hasn't been seen since.