she saw him last night.
for the first time, in a long time.
but something just didnt feel right.
she could tell that he was upset.
but he just wouldnt open up to her.
which made her cry and become upset.
he just couldnt see that what he was doing to her was killing her.
he was murdering her heart with all the hateful words and excuses.
he needed to quickly figure out what was wrong and hopefully find a cure.
but no one could help, not even a close friend.
everything was falling apart in front of her.
she could feel her heart mold itself to something and begin to bend.
she said goodbye to him like she always does last night.
but something still was wrong.
she wanted to bring something up but didnt want to fight.
she cant figure out what her heart is telling her.
should she leave the man she loves so much?
or should she stay through the hurt and the pain but still remain secure.
she saw him for the first time last night.
for the first time in a long time.
but maybe last night was the last night?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem