She died a thousand deaths while loving him

She never did give up on the one she loved ; loyalty

deniably she knew he did though, she wasted time hoping for something which decomposed so long ago.

While carrying his last name no longer meant anything

he kept falling for the next woman, how many reoccurring moments has he fallen out of love with me she asked

Maybe love is as replaceable as he had expressed to her

Years have gone by, it’s as if the pain was embedded last night

Let it go... just let it go he screams

What we had is dead... and we can never have what we had

Deep inside, she knows she can’t bring back what’s passed,

Now she questions wether she was a fool to believe that love could conquer anything

In a chase after a ghostly love, she forgot what it felt to be loved again...

Her broken marriage, had led to the destruction of everything she has ever believed in

She once was a Hopeless romantic, and love now

seems to just be overrated ..

A new mask is worn by her each and every day,

Unknowingly it carves a piece of herself out along the way

Superiority amongst one another

It is merely an illusion

We are each different yet also strangely the same

But still knowing this,

Lurking there is an recurring event of undoubtedly fear.

Underneath that mask lies,

Hiding her true authenticity

Even though her masks irritate her skin, she can’t relax and be herself, she still can’t help but resist the change

Anxiety....