Life goes on for most, but her pain persists.
Her pain is more profound, more sustained than most.
And she hides it every time she is faced with another.
She hides it until she feels comfort, and releases the demons inside,
believing that maybe this time it will be different.
But it never is.

The demons grow stronger every time he walks away.
They haunt her dreams, her thoughts. There is no escape.
But she never loses hope.

She believes it when she tells herself, "This time is different."
And she truly believed it this time. She thought she would be saved.
Because she prolonged the exposure to ease the fear in him.
But now simply watches as the cycle comes back 'round.

She sees him pushing away, looking for another less daunting.
And she watches it again and again,
but this time just waits to give up a little more strength without any trepidation.
She stares in her drink and takes another sip as she watches him slowly moving away,
just waiting for the next cycle to start its course.