Be careful with her,
For her heart is but a ticking time bomb.
Waiting patiently for it's time to come.
The countdown reaches zero,
As he disappears in a blur of green.
Upon arrival comes a beautiful self-destruction.
Pin-prick tears and shallow breaths,
Muffled screams and lonely heart.
Shaky hands write thoughtful love letters.
Loyal legs guide her to the mailbox,
Like clockwork each and every day.
Her phone lays next to her pillow each night,
In hopes his name may light up her screen once more.
Yet her room remains midnight black,
For the light of her life is missing.
After weeks, the hole in her heart begins to heal.
His absence becomes a faint sting,
Rather than a scorching burn.
