Alone amidst a crowd
Left out even in a group hug
Untouched by lips upon her cheek
Untouched by hands upon her shoulder.

Shrivelled lungs
Quivering face
Ripped skin
Blurry eyes.

Another tear shed
Another night spent
Buried in pillows
Wishing to be dead.

Swimming in a pool
Of knives and bullets,
With each stroke
Digging a hole skin deep.

But then she starts to fill the empty skies
With heavy clouds and no sunshine,
She's a hurricane going to shake him
And win all her fights.

Once she starts to drizzle
She's unstoppable
She'll take over his mind
And then his body.

She'll seethe and cry,
Weeping out glory tears just to burn
The skin of his heart
Now it's her turn.