The Cycle
The silence is broken
By doors slamming
Knees crashing
To the floor,
And heart wrenching sobs.
.
There’s so much empty
She has to get it out
In some form or another,
But it looks like it already started
As red drips to the floor.
.
The broken pile of things
That lay where they fell,
Remind her of herself,
All the bruises, cuts, and scars
Holding together,
Because she was told to be strong.
.
She doesn’t know how much more she can handle
Her light is fading out,
There’s an emptiness that fills her,
Consumes her,
Leaving a shell of who she used to be.
.
Will he come back?
Wasn’t she the one?
She sought the broken ones,
The hurt,
The damaged,
Anyone who needed fixing,
She wants to fix the world,
And everyone in it,
One broken soul at a time.
.
She sees the light in others,
And seeks to bring it out,
She blames herself for their problems,
As if the weight of the world
Rested on her shoulders.
.
She can’t live up to her
Impossible expectations,
She just wants to fix,
Any and everyone,
But they always leave her,
With more to fix about herself.
.
He’s gone,
And she’s more lost than ever.
It was supposed to work this time,
He promised.
.
He was her everything,
And she would give him,
Anything.
.
Her cries echo off the walls,
As she wonders,
If this is it,
Is it all really over?
.
Her defeated screams
Echo off the walls,
As background music,
To vocals created by,
The sounds of her possessions
Breaking off the walls.
.
Her empty cries are all that fill the room,
As the front door is pushed open,
And he is left standing there.
.
And her eyes meet,
With the one person who,
Can make all the pain go away.
Yet is the same person that caused it.
.
Without hesitation she’s back in his arms,
And it is in that moment that,
The cycle repeats.
