A Bath

She knew her heart would break the moment she let him into her head. She wonders if this is the reason she feels no pain; this was a fortune that had already predicted her way.

She cries no tears and almost feeds off a sense of calmness embraced with her knitted chaotic blanket. Almost bothersome that she falls asleep, with an escape of okay.

The beautiful troubled soul is loved and hated for opening something that she feels will never be closed.

All too much that day it glanced at her; what she would give to have the ability to see.
After it all she no longer wants to plea; being too much to exhale.

She will pray for the ever longing stare she wants to forever keep.