What Remained of Hers Was What We Killed
To the one who didn't know she was guilty of the aches she gave
A part of her ached for you. You were that reflection of hers that she had left behind. The pain wasn't what she was trying to give, so many warning signs were there, yet you still chose her. Your hand didn't make it to hers even when the marks were marked the love didn't seep in through you were just the beginning that she ended so tragically. The pain was what she gave love was just a blurred shadow you saw first.
We sat there on the floor nobody had seen her for months, yet we were there working. Her hair had grown long, eyes darker than before. She carried more secrets now. She wasn't there to scare our hearts this time she had taken things to hers and prayed we don't wound her deeply this time.
"Just tell me the contents to write." My eyes had never stared into hers this long before. She raised her eyebrows, and I passed her the content sheet. The silence was growing inside them the tiredness that reflected had my heart in guilt.
Why did I ever initiate that conversation with you?
"You okay?" My hands trembled, and my lips quivered as I kept my eyes focused on the assignment. Her head moved towards me, I felt that.
"Why?" Her eyes burrowed me deep inside my guilt. Looking back at her those eyes didn't evince the silence, they had sensed betrayal long time ago.
"You know, just asking." I shrugged my shoulders as if it wasn't such a big deal. She nodded her head and went back to writing. Her hands still shook, sat with her back hunched eyes deeply furrowed as if trying to make sense of the betrayal. It didn't.
Lost her sanity years before you met her darkened her soul to bruise yours, she was a deathwish lying on your doorstep, and you brought her in.
Shaking, my head the heart shouldn't be apathetic to someone who was to be pitied at. She lost the heart the soul soon followed the dark hole she was lying in carrying the bruised hearts of all, she couldn't name one hers. They never belonged to her.
You gave her the love she didn't deserve, and now you are here aching covered in bruises for her to see - she burns everyone with her.
or maybe there was a reason?
"You have to make this as well," I said, passing her the paper with the illustration on it. Her head moved; her eyes still frowning. My phone beeped as her eyelids flickered quickly the frown deepening. Placing the phone under the table, I couldn't see the scornful texts we shared.
Why did I create the vile illusion of hers in your mind?
She carried pain well enough for us to not notice she was a scarred body a traumatized soul and an unhinged mind who wouldn't get scarred, she was the epitome of tragedy.
Your voice echoed in my head the tears you cried for her, I wept them with you while she scarred you I burned her.
What did it take for us to bury her?
"Here." Her voice felt quiet over the unbearable thoughts of mine. Her eyes felt like inflicting pain to me, I had never seen them so silent before. Is this what betrayal feels like?
She, carrying more secrets now burning alive, us with a shovel in our hands burying her, your heart bruised lying with her you never saw the claw marks on hers deeply wounded my hands carved deeper.
I didn't realize how I had stopped mid-work and how her eyes were looking at me. Is this what hurt looks like?
You and I bruised the remaining parts of her.
From the one who never told her story
