No one knew,
How many sleepless nights she had,
When her tears were her only company,
Missing what was missing.
No one knew her sorrow.
She wore her smile like a shield.
It was her past that made him hate her.
She remembered what he had said and what he had done instead.
She will never forget how he had made her feel,
Like she was everything but then nothing at all.
She learnt to cage her feelings inside,
Until midnight, when she covered her mouth with her hand,
Not wanting anyone to hear her sobs.
She wrapped herself with the blanket.
Maybe imagining it to be his arms?
Rested her head on the pillow.
Like she did on his chest…maybe missing his heartbeat.
She closed her eyes and pretended he was there.
She wept alone every night,
And prayed for some miracle.
For the pain was becoming a silent killer.
“The sun will rise and I’ll be better” she confronted herself.
But the clock struck 1 and again came the ghost of her past.
His thoughts haunted her all night.
A rough hand slipped into hers.
It was him, she knew it by his very presence.
Everything was perfect again.
Euphoria swept her off of her feet.
She embraced him, her haven, her home.
She closed her eyes and everything became bright…
Alas, she was awoken by the morning light.
Tears trickled down her cheeks.
“Stupid girl” she whispered to herself,
“Don’t waste your tears on him,
For he doesn’t care, not a bit, not at all.”