She knew he was gone when his " call me when you reach home " reduced to " bye " and his unsaid goodnight with kisses turned to " gn tc sd ". ~

He cubbed her in his arms to sleep,
even her demons snored that night ~

He didn't lie
he just gave her false hopes~

She was his dawn of bliss
He was her dusk of wounds,
Each day they came up to
See and touch
They couldn't stay for long
But they looked perfect together ~

If he only knew how she refuse to let him go even when he was gone ~

What's the deal? Why can't he look
into my eyes when I have words
of appreciation lined up for him.
Has he simply forgotten
how he feels?
all his emotions plunged into oblivion.
or he is so full to talk about it.
He won't confide in me
which I understand is his choice.
I really wish to but
I can barely get under his skin.But what I know about him is
he feels very sad and
he has honest eyes.
And every broken heart should
have a place in this world.

He has a place in my heart~