It did hurt, it hurt her like hell. His muted thoughts that cut her

flesh of poetry open with silent knives, yet what he didn't know is

that, with his silences, he was only teaching her to live without

him. He was her cocoon, but it was too late... She was

becoming a butterfly. And with her wings of poetry she would

soon learn how to fly. And, he will break.. and it will hurt him

see her leave but it will be too late, she wont look back, for she will

be free.


*-Sandoval