“She will remember your heart when men
are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.
Of all unicorns, she is the only one who knows what
regret is – and love.”
Her lips open part for the breaths, dissolving into the sweats and blood,
Her words are not powerful-her speech faltering and embarrassed
But she is sincere!
First- she has to tell you
That there is a reason, a justification and understanding
That you always sought for but missed in her
Second- a caution- a request
She doesn’t want an answer,
Leave beside a wrongone and misunderstood!
She conjured a whispered affection, fondness in her shadows-
Spoken with dry lips, parched and devoid.
Her averted eyes and apparent hopes
Gleamed in her eyes that donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t shine!
In her mind you’re a destiny,
just not the one she took home but hoped sincerely!
She would never say it in words,
she cares at least too much to pass it by.
But she’s been telling you for a while
with the way she leans in the doorway
always in the midst of lights and her gloom
where her shadows meet yours, becoming one.