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Her fingers rest on your heavy shoulders.
You nudge them off in a simple action,
Her face falls, but you don't even look her way.
As you leave, she isn’t worth the effort of twisting your neck.
It isn’t real for you, but means the world to her.
She sits on the edge of that bed, her fingers clawing into the mattress.
Wondering if you’ll stay the next time you appear.
Or if you’ll go. Like you always do.
You take from her. You selfishly rip and tear all that she has.
Yet when she needs something from you, you turn away.
You leave her to stare at your void shell.
You don't even care that inside she is broken from neglect.
She waits and she wishes, that one day you’ll change.
And become the cure to the very source of pain.
She loves you for now.
But for now is nothing, when the heart is involved.
You nudge them off in a simple action,
Her face falls, but you don't even look her way.
As you leave, she isn’t worth the effort of twisting your neck.
It isn’t real for you, but means the world to her.
She sits on the edge of that bed, her fingers clawing into the mattress.
Wondering if you’ll stay the next time you appear.
Or if you’ll go. Like you always do.
You take from her. You selfishly rip and tear all that she has.
Yet when she needs something from you, you turn away.
You leave her to stare at your void shell.
You don't even care that inside she is broken from neglect.
She waits and she wishes, that one day you’ll change.
And become the cure to the very source of pain.
She loves you for now.
But for now is nothing, when the heart is involved.
