She finally listened to the song, I watch as she -- sadly -- only listened to the song, not the lyrics, not the mood, not the tone, not the fucking message, and definitely not the pain, just the song.
I watched as she stared at me, asking me questions are you okay?, you can talk to me.
I watched as she talked and I laughed, a loud humourless laughter, a tear slid down my face as I realized she didn't understand the song, me. She doesn't get it, and the realization sets in, If She doesn't understand, Who Can?
No one.
______ ellie a.o.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
