Consumed, not completely,
by anger and rage,
he felt like ditching her
with utter disdain.
Of all the things,
she could do to him,
turning him into an empty shell;
her best achievement.
The more he gave,
the more she took;
blind, to his painful visage
and deaf, to the muffled screams.
He waited and waited for her,
to notice his struggle;
painting a sign with blood,
pointing towards his soul.
Never put in any effort by her,
she just ignored his needs;
though she would question him,
for every texts neglected.
Her attitude kept shattering his soul,
into tiny unrecognizable fragments;
amongst which, the tiniest of all,
kept hanging onto hope.
He wouldn’t allow the pain and frustration,
to pillage his soul of love and happiness;
never let his heart detest her,
no matter how much the test of patience.
All he ever did, was love her
and all he will ever do, is just that;
hoping, for her to fill
his walking corpse with life again.
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