She loved him
Too deeply to care
About her own self
He would die soon
And that's all he ever talks about
They dont enjoy their time together anymore
What's worst
She was sick in front of him
More sick than him and he had no idea
The only difference between them
Was that she kept it all inside her
Never complained even when she was at her worst
He was too absorbed
drowning in his own miseries
To realise what was happenning
And all it took
Was for her to stop breathing
For him to finally grasp it
It could have been beautiful
Their last days
He had more days left
Hers had been more critical
But she concealed it too well
Away from him
Only so that she could comfort him
Only so that she could make him feel better
Only so she could listen to him
She knew that no one cared anyways
Whatever she felt
And what she was going through
But she cared
And she died making sure
that all of them were happy
She died trying to comfort them
~H.R
YOU ARE READING
In the middle of dark
PoesíaA series of words i write at night... My pure thoughts when i stare out in the darkness ✌... I hope you like them all... And if you can relate to my poems.. then welcome to the club..
