Roar of the mightiest was heard, ringing her ears,
head entirely vibrating, cracking logic,

I.
Am.
Tired.

Yet her heart screams 'but', the opposing

Legs so tired as trembling, not an ounce to still,
Arms worn out --- very, covered his furious fists
Crushed by enormous strength, neck ever so broken, and,
Stomped and stabbed her heart was, however, still beating.

Now sprawled on the cold ground in her finest, pfft
'FINEST'

Where was the finest dresses as to finest houses?
Where was his promises' blinding finest?
All of most, the heart I thought was finest?

But above all, why?
Pounding still was her heart for him?

...

Still foolishly holding on to the arm who once caress her cheeks ever so gently...
now thrashing her head, destroying her sanity.

Hahh. Giggling irony felt,
"... am hopeless and sadly retarded."


© vitor