And I wonder if part of me,
Disappears with each exhale.
She loved him unconditionally,
So she broke her heart,
To let him go and be happy.
The moon is dressed in silver,
Her heart hidden behind armour.
He kept breaking his word,
Until his words meant nothing.
They became sand between her fingers.
And when she told him how it hurt,
He puffed up his chest,
And told her how important his life was.
He was happy.
That she had no right to feel abandoned.
If she really cared she’d understand.
But that’s when she did.