this pain increases as his eyes cease
cease to see the life she had, who she was,
what killed her ever lasting mind.
help is near but was never clear,
her mind traveling the unknown galaxy.
moons and stars and far off cars,
stretched on for miles upon;
it would never be set, set as a threat as long as
his love was definite.
the little things, the leftovers.
it was these times that kept her wanting, the little things the most.
her friends called her beautiful, the boys, amazing.
he never spoke of her in such a way.

it lead her to thoughts, so tempting and taut
this increased to nothing.
she loved him more, then the words would portray.
he loved her more on paper, but never showed it out
out of class the brains didn't think of her.
there was no place, place to settle.
so she screamed, louder and louder;
letting it all out for his ears to hear.
he realized he was wrong and had much to learn,
he bought her flowers, kissed her daily
called her beautiful.

the pillows washed away.