As she pulled her legs tighter to herself.
Tears streamed down her face,
Leaving many trails of water all over her cheeks.
Tears soon shattered upon the cold, hard floor
As it came in contact.
Shattered into many pieces of tiny diamonds.
Those words were just words.
But it was coated with venom
And it stung her heart so bad
She felt as though she was going to die.
She squeezed her eyes shut to tight,
She began to see spots dancing in her closed eye lids.
She inhale sharply through her nose
As she straightened her back
And exhale softly through her mouth.
She then opened her eyes
And caught the very last teardrop
From her chin with her fingertip.
She studied the tear for quite a long time
And finally made up her mind.
She has a pride, yes,
But she will not fall in this battle.
She'll make him feel guilty.
Oh yes, she will.
She'll forgive him
Though forgiving is not part of her style
But what the heck?
If it is to make him feel guilty,
Bring it on!
She slowly shuffled onto
Her unsteady feet and walked
Unsteadily to the door.
When she opened the door,
She saw him.
"I'm sorry," she muttered softly.
And it took great strength out of her.
Pride.
No comments:
Post a Comment
A teardrop of blood