By all accounts, he was everything one could dream a lover to be.
By no account, was he what she was seeking in her delusional reality.
A trustworthy advocate that would suffice for a suitable and comfortable life.
None of what she wanted, was everything he was.
The eloquence in his words, echoed volumes in her head
She wrote of fantastical fairy-tales
All that was and ever will be
Shattered, broken
and dead.
© 2014 Christina Jackson