The (im)Perfect Connection

Heartbreak.

Fear.

Pain.

Not for him. No. Never for him. He's fine. He's moved on. He already moved on to the next woman;

the next victim.

She, on the other hand;

she's curled up in the corner of her bedroom. Lights turned off. Knees pulled up to her chest. Tears filling her eyes. Cheeks already soaked.

The memories of him,

of that one night,

still playing over and over again in her mind.

Unable to fade. Unable to shut off.

He's already scanning the bar;

looking for the next victim to subject to his bedroom games.

She's almost dead.

Even when she is still able to fill those lungs up with air every time she opens her mouth..

She's dead.

Gone.

Faded away.

The part of her she always thought would remain apart of her,

he took it.

It's on his person,

forever.

He can't ever rid of it;

even after she's long gone from his life.

What once was apart of her,

has now become apart of him.

Forever.