The End

It really only takes one moment for a decision to be made. One push. One sudden realization that you can no longer bear being who you are when you're with him. One window.

I looked at him in darkness draped
And tore my heart for him to take
He toyed with it and left it there
For it love him; lonely, bare.
Two heartless souls, in bed embraced
I - one, for I had placed
Mine before his absent gaze
Him, too
For he had two
And let those hearts go to waste.
I look at him; indifferent, stale
Claw out of his arms with tooth and nail
His voice beckons, he wants to play
I gather remains; uneasy, frail
With broken lips and half my heart
I go out that room and about my way