one misconstrued word  slips,

from his naive yet wise lips

she can feel  hell's heat upon her face

 her  blood pressure rises at a horrible pace,

boiling now;

she wants to be loved but has never known how

heart beats wildly

unsteadily;

she  trembles in a kind of pain

that cannot be pitied or explained

she opens her mouth to scream

but her raw lips can hardly breathe

too consumed in this fury to move

has lost all things to prove

she just sits there,

hunched into an emotionless ball

jaw and fists clenched

knuckles white

her tired neck tight

who ever takes the useless victory

will come home to an empty bed

both will loose it in the end

both will lose a lover,

and a friend