Abyss

Her touch was scorching, powerful and demanding. Her words uplifting and determined. Her love was damaging, yet beautiful. I couldn't reach her. She couldn't speak on anything about me. I was a lost cause. When she looked at me, I hoped she would recognize. But she didn't. She didn't smile nor cry. Right in front of me her face contorted in confusion. She was blinded by the pain of replacement. She was blinded by wanting to love and be loved. She never loved herself. She fell for his charming words. He had her right where he wanted. Right where she would fall for it all. But he would not see that she was broken or her beauty. He wouldn't see how passionate she was about everything in her life. How her eyes glowed when she was happy and how they'd darken if something was wrong. How caring she was. How intelligent and weird she was. How you had to make her feel so loved before she realized it herself. She didn't feel that for me any longer. Her eyes never shone the same since I walked away. She didn't remember anything regarding me. She was lost and found. Founded in a new light.