Turn Of The Key.

Her insides are screeching and crying. He holds the key to her heart and she won't let anyone else in till she receives her keys back. This can't be too healthy for her. Can't he see he's her delight. Her outsides try and shine but somehow she can't hold up her head anymore and the tears must come out somehow. The rain isn't helping her cause. Its like someone or more then someone above knows she needs to get it out. She has tormented others while her key is m.i.a. As she confesses to him how she feels, she wonders what the response will be. If any. She is scared of sooo much but for some reason not of him. She let him in and no one else after that. She still waits on a response. She fears in her heart that talking has subsided for the evening or for a while after this evening. It has always been him but he turns the radio off when she lets out her faithful song that turns to cry when she is in the shadows of her room.

So the silence begins. As she suspected. How do you forget someone who has penetrated your forcefield? That makes you weak in the knees? That has made the days he spent with her the best she's had in a while? The funniest days she's needed? That are all gone. Trying to reclaim what is left of herself. It hurts her and maybe he will never understand that.

He abides by one and that is himself.

Now she must do what she needs to do because maybe she wasn't the one and just walked in the room at the right time when he needed someone there. And maybe there is already someone there in his head that has pushed her out of the way but why will he not let her know.

Trap set.

And the mouse has been caught.

You blow her mind.

But she could never let him know that.

He just isn't ready..........

She signs off from here...

Off to break hearts and ruin lives..

Such a shame that others have to pay for his mistakes..