Her cheeks blushed for him...
while he didn't even bat an eye for her...
Everything happened so fast...
And now it is all in the past...
her heart bled red...
while he only shred it, again and again...
If words could describe the pain..
then she wouldn't have to explain...
but why is she anyways...
it's not like it could change her dark days...
Oh how her wounds had to be stitched, repeatedly...
only to find them open the next time cruelly...
If only she could have a little bit of his heart...
She would be laughing like a little child...
and running in the house wild...
But it never seemed to bother him...
cause she was just another girl to him...

© Anshika Srivastava