each step she took
was quicker than the last.
each tear that fell
was sooner than the last.
each breath she took
was harder than the last.
his crude words were
swirling around her
like a blizzard,
freezing whatever love
was left in her heart.
“i don’t love you,”
he said plainly.
“not anymore.”
how could she have been so
stupid, naive, careless
to actually believe
that somebody could
love her?
before,
she was cracking.
still alive inside.
broken, but breathing.
now,
she’s shattered beyond repair.
she doesn’t want to
breathe anymore.
she doesn’t want to
be alive anymore.
she walked the
dark, empty streets,
lost.
“are you ok?”
she looked at
the person standing
in front of her.
was she ok?
no.
she was shattered.
before,
she was cracking.
still alive inside.
broken, but breathing.
now,
she’s shattered beyond repair.
she doesn’t want to
breathe anymore.
she doesn’t want to
be alive anymore.
she looked at the man.
“what’s the point
of living?”
he reached out
and squeezed her hand.
“maybe you’ll figure
that out if you live,”
he said simply.
little did he know
that he just saved
her life.