a girl under the shadow of misfortune?
The one…
whose eyes cradle dreams that never find meaning… never awaken into reality.
The one…
whose thoughts and imagining never take form never become flesh or fate.
The one…
whose smile, when it dares to bloom,
fades too quickly too soon stolen by sorrow.
The one…
whose eyes, with every fleeting smile,
ache to overflow with tears.
In her world, joys don’t linger they come like guests who never stay.
The one…
who no one fears losing…
who love never truly embraces…
whose prayers gather people only to watch them leave again.
Now, she sits broken by love knees on the earth,
soul in the dust…
But once…
she was the queen of her own kingdom!
I saw her light, her depth, her dreams—
And I used them.
Not out of love,
But out of selfish need.
She waited for meaning.
I gave her lies.
She offered devotion.
I gave convenience.
And while she wept in silence,
I calculated my next step.
Not to stay—
But to move on.
Yes, she sits broken now,
But not because she was unworthy.
Because I was.