Now the Water Flows so Effortlessly,
Like a Natural Spring.
My Eyes Become Wells as My Cheeks Turn to Streams, Slowly Drifting You Out of My Conscience.

The Disturbing Irony Tests My Temper That I Want Comfort From the One Who Hurt Me.

Then I Understood.

The most Loving Act She Could do, Was Letting Me Go. Hoping I Find Comfort in Myself.