The sad melody drones out the chords from the piano. She plays from her heart. But that's no surprise. She feels a little broken. A little empty. He's gone. She says her goodbyes. He says his. She can't turn around. She shouldn't. But she does. She embraces him. He ebbs to silhouette. An aspiration. A wish. Hope. He's not here. Her heart is threadbare. Her Pain is more ineffable than words could find. Tears wouldn't compare, but doing nothing is reprehensible. She falls into her familiar perplexed cycle of confusion. So the melody sings out. Her words fall short of anyone else's ears. She might as well have a mute button. Association is difficult. People assume too much. She won't change who she is for anyone. Anyone. He loves her for her. Not the love rendered in the acts of Romanticism. But that love that is unambiguous. The kind that makes people awe and revere. Some get it. Some don't. She's spent her whole life looking for this friend. But now, she's the one who's torn. She spent so much time becoming dependent on him, she's lost now. Her words fade off with the wind. Her heart bleeds, but is austerely mopped up with an old used rag. Blood stains you know. There's no need to expose. No need for words. Being broken is too notorious. Her voice goes silent. For everyone else all becomes well. Eye-contact is dwindled. The smooth ivory keys, to which a soft lullaby can be heard, are being washed out from her tears. Her sorrow is emblematic. But that's it. No one cares if she's broken. She's that neglected piece of art. When she's happy, something's off. Being broken is her Identity. She's put her faith in tainted friendships. They leave her feeling aloof, and used. The cigarette effervesces at its disposal. It's being sluiced away, much like the time spent painting on her mask. But you never cared. Promises are only kept when you get something out of it. You keep the ones that will make her feel more and more worthless. But when she needs someone you're nowhere to be found. So she keeps playing the song, in hope that maybe you will hear her.
 Made27 · Sat Jul 30, 2005 @ 07:43pm · 3 Comments |
