Broken eyes

As I glance at her sad, hopeless eyes, I feel a distinct tightening on my heart. Tear pull and tug at my eyes but I push them away for fragile sake. Her depressing silence and quiet ways have come to shush me. I hide behind a veil, as if only looking from a distance. She has no idea how much I care for her. Her pain is my pain, hopefully lightening the burdening sense of reality. I wish to take that away from her, sparing her. Once a happy, starstruck girl, she went through the world as if balancing it on the palm of her hand. With the world in the palm, she was indestructible. Until he came along and broke through her tough barriers. She shared her heart and most vulnerable feelings with him, connecting with him, feeling as one person. As he left, he took her soul with him, leaving her empty and broken. Letting her pick up the pieces of her broken self.

Eyes rimmed red from crying and throat hoarse from sobbing with hopelessness, she finally gives up. Where do you go when you're lonely? Where do you go when your blue? Following him. Not letting him go, having him as a constant punishment of what she didn't do wrong.