Words cut deep inside her flesh,
Her eyes drip salt trailing down her cheek,
Before he would come and stop it from dripping off her cheek,
Now she has no one to stop them as they shed,

Her heart breaks reminiscing the times she spent with him,
Weak and careless she feels not being rectified,
Before he would be near and escalate her heartbeat,
Now her heart merely beats abyss through her veins,

Her wounded arms feels him grasp her,
Deprived they are of his touch and scarred all over with blood dripping down,
Before he would trace the veins down her arm making her skin ache for more,
Now she feels empty thinking when he would come back.