About a girl

See, this isn't about me. It isn't about me at all.

Its about a girl who, in her own head, is sitting on a corner on time out. Yet,the worst part is, the clock is frozen and she never gets to leave. Enraged, cornered like a wild animal, all she can do is show her teeth and slash back.. Its broken, and Im not talking about the clock. Whatever used to tick inside her, Its savagely BROKEN. So she grabs tight to her wine glass and stares at you from her corner, counting distance and adding zeros. Never has she felt so far away, and it seems the boat just keeps on drifting.

You don't even know there is a war going on as you sit so nonchalant at the other end of the table. Shes shooting fire at you and one day she´ll strike. Her wine glass is stained and her red lipstick marks the rim.

Like blood, she thinks, from hidden wounds.

The night breeze gently flows in and touches her cheek. Its been a long time since shes felt such a godsent touch. A genuine touch without intent. A touch that only gives and asks NOTHING in return. Its so real it makes her emotional, yet she swallows a tear down with her glass of wine.

Like blood, she thinks, from hidden wounds...

Shes hollow, cant you see? I bet you cant, you never knew what was inside of her. But her soul has left you a long time ago. What you see is just a mirage of the girl who used to love you. Youve encaged her mind and broken her wings, starved her of loyalty. You´ve taken away all that human but her faith in God. She yearns to go, you guilt her into staying. They keys to the lock are close, but so far of reach! She should hate you, you know? She wants to, you know? But why poison herself more than youve already done.

But see, this story isnt about me. No, it isnt at all. But maybe, just maybe, it might be about us...