She's searching for words to delineate and express what she'd been feeling since the day you left her, left her hanging.
She knew for sure, you'll be gone very soon. But she was not prepared for the crashing, shattering feeling of her heart. She knew for sure, you'll be gone. But not shorter than the 'very soon'.
And that shorter duration, you showered her with all your sugar-coated words that melted on her tongue right away and left a bitter taste.
She wrote you tons of poetry but you didn't read it or even glance on it. Because you never care.
She never stop writing and writing until the ink of her pen give up. Just like you gave up on her. You just let her slipped away from your hands.
You never get the chance to know her. You never had and you never will. And she knew for sure you will never know about this; she is the poet and you'll be her poetry forever.
