Tears in Crimson Ink

★She

She was a mirror of a shattered glass, a sight you never want to look at— something you never tried fixing.

She was the sweet chocolate under the heated sun. Thrown away and melting— slowly dying; unnoticed. She was the comfort of your distress, a part of Valentine's but was never part of someone's love.

She was the moon that lights you in the dark, the one you see bowing in the sun's reign. She was the martyr, staying even after getting struck by its rays, accepting it's rage, wounding and scarring her more.

She was the placidity of your clouded mind like the lullabies sung by the chirping bird. She was the peace of your havoc— the soldier of her own war, battling with the demon eating the girl in the mirror infront of her.

She was the broken glass you never tried putting back together, a puzzle you chose not to resolve, a logic you never try to understand.

She was the open book you denied to read. The paragraphs made of sea of words, written in crimson ink. She was the blank space you plead you could have fill, a crumpled letters you beg you could have put into words.