She was weak, and I could not miss her any less.
She stood like a well polished Barbie doll, so much faith
In her beauty, her virtue, her nonexistent strength to
Survive the blast that hit her few years back.
She had no fear when it came to embracing one
Horrible mistake of misplacing trust, of having
The courage to allow her heart to feel. Like a fool,
Like a foolish girl she fell hard on her face.
She chose to forgive and forget, letting her mistakes
Grow bigger and louder. Permitting them to scratch,
Stab, slice, and cut her heart out. Never did she see it
Coming, full speed, hitting her hard mercilessly.
She deserved better, everyone she knew whispered
But what would it take to make her listen? The breeze
Held more stories than she knew. The shy voices full
Of warning. But she denied the spots and signs.
It took a miracle for her to die and come back as
Someone else. The one person she had killed when
She decided that love was worth the try. The person who
Is now fighting for life and happiness. For me.