The Calm before the Storm
When the silent night creeps
The night crawler weeps
Her nightmares tormenting her
As she restlessly sleeps
Awaking abruptly from her familiar fits
Her head accustomed to the buzz
Her vision still bleary, palms shaking
Reminiscing the cause
Rubbing her tired eyes
She shook out of her sheets
Shivering in her shirt
Damp with cold beads
Her room in disarray
Reflecting her mind
Forlorn and forgotten
Left with hope she can't find
Facing the mirror in her state of trance
She took one last glance
At her disheveled form
Wondering what if it's only the calm before the storm
'Love is a strong word'"A man of his word he is; or so it seemed." A voice whispered near her fragile heart. It was weak now. Almost still; its presence hardly conspicuous. The beating must have stopped with the tears that still glistened on her pallid cheeks. Her lips quivered as she sucked in a hollow breath.
The pain was still raw, reverberating inside her, piercing her soul. Her numb mind calmly waited for the blow to take its full-fledged form and unleash the true horror. Nothing else mattered anymore and she was ready for the aftermath.
It was all over and she could see the end now. The image of his face overwhelmed her whole being, shattering her control, and she knew she would succumb to the heartbreak.
"Love is a strong word!"
The words clawed at her memory incising wounds that would never heal. As she fought back the tears gnawing at her eyes, she realized that you don't die of a heartbreak ... you only wish you did.