She was once terrified
Scared shirtless and frightened to death
Of letting this thing
That she feels for him go off the boil
It was to her like a curse on Mondays
But also a blessing on Fridays
She used to want to talk about
Everything and nothing with him
Then suddenly,
The excitement,The thrill
The adoration was gone
As sudden as the clap of thunder
No, it wasn't her
It was him
He started to make the love she had for him
Feel more like a burden she was making
Him carry on his bare shoulders
Oh poor girl, he'd think on those days
How he wish he could tell her
That he feels not what she feels
He wish she would see
This thing he was carrying wasn't his cross to begin with
But, he hadn't the soul to tell her
And not the interest to listen any longer
To her excited rants
Although she had always known all along
But then with the strength of twenty men
With the determination of a discoverer
She continued tugging
Fruitlessly
Those poor excuse for a tug only
Created more bruises than repairs
Then one day, the sun rose bright
Shone blindly when she looked out
With her face, right there, raised to the light
Her heart was lightened
Cleared of the bondage she had been
Loving but not being loved back
With the same ferocity
The same intensity
Could do not a single good
But a heap and frightening amount of damage
She was free
She was not all happy
But now she knew the sun was promising to help her heal
And there and then she knew she'd never be alone
Even if she had to let go of a hand she had known all her life
It was never going to be worse than not being loved at all
Now, she could let go
Mind made up, heart trembling
That day when she cut the ropes
The sun came back for her
Caressing her tears-stricken face
Although there were big tears rolling down
Like the stream of an old dam
Uncontrollable she sobbed and wiped angrily at the tears
Cursing herself for being so naively vulnerable
But then she drew the drapes apart and the sun was as welcoming as promised
So she let go peacefully
And she mended her broken pieces.
