Cracked.

Ghost key. She still wonders about you. Their shadows dance in the dark but in the light of day it could never be. Dream state. Narration. His hands are filled and you seemed to have slipped out. The trail of blood leads from nowhere. Will he ever turn around to follow the trail or follow his heart? His premonitions may be deceiving but they may lead him to the light. Still holding on to her last breath. Afraid to let it go because if she does she lets him go. Hay wire. Tug of war with her heart and her head. You were a chance to take and you left again. The trust she laid out was like a pillow. If he ever were to fall, there would be no destruction. But, you never laid the pillow out for her. Broken down again. Its almost over.

You spoke you lines. Your monologue was perfect and she never saw through it. When you cry a piece of my heart dies. But this was just a fallacy. Its curtain call and you are nowhere to be found. Up on the ledge again. She sends kisses. Temptation almost drove her but she planted her feet firmly onto the ground and into you. But the smoke screen lifted and she was alone in the room. All she has to go by are half truths. She never believes. She goes by her own judgements. Mathematical equations that were never grammatically correct.

You subtracted her from you very existence like you never existed. But she is forging on. Cheers to a better day. You still dance and swim around in her head. She wonders if you will ever leave. The swinging door will slam but for now keep your shadows in the dark because that is where she finds comfort in you.

Through the precious amount of pain you brought into her heart you have opened a new thought process and maybe that's why you were there. Maybe your involvement was like the climax to a new beginning for her. No more suffocation from you. On a chilly spring day you can find her thinking about him. And when you she her look through you and over you just know when she is looking into the horizon she is thinking about him. A vast moment but let her be.

He hasn't broken her.

Maybe just a crack in the porcelain..