by Cecelia Ahern.
She began to sob, quiet whimpers at first
that soon exited her mouth as pain-filled wails
that worked their way from the depths of her heart.
She could hear her own hurt.Each tear was a call for help that has never been answered before
and she didn't expect to be answered now.
This made her cry even more.
***
They all leave eventually isn't that right?The sentence repeat itself like a broken record.
It kept on her like a finger prodding her chest.
Harder and harder,
first grazing the skin,
prodding and prodding
until eventually it tore right through and reached her heart.
The place where it hurt most.They all leave eventually isn't that right?Her mind exploded. YES! , it shouted.
yes, they all eventually leave.
Every single one of them,
every single time.
Every person that ever succeeded in
brightening her day and cheering her heart
disappeared as quickly as the cat in the night.
As though happiness were some kind of weekend treat,
like ice cream.
Taken away the light and warmth,
and replaced it with a chill and dark.
***
She sat there rocking and crying,
shivering in the breeze,
she wondered why it was that she allowed one sentence to that
had passed the lips of a girl
who had
never received enough kisses of love,
never felt warm embraces,and
never herself allowed words of love
to drift over her own lipsto be the one whose thump and kick sent her falling to the ground.
***
She was tired of hugging pillows,
counting on blankets for warmth,
and relieving romantic moments only in her dreams.
She was tired of hoping that every day would hurry
so she could get on to the next.
Hoping that it would be a better day, an easier day.
But it never was.Each morning the weight on her shoulders
got heavier and heavier.
Each morning she wished for night to fall quickly
so she could return to her bed to hug her pillows
and wrap herself in the warmth of the blankets.
***
