Curled up in a ball , a reenactment of her actions from a so called love life she invested in two years ago but has been free the last eight months and yet she lays here again. Hands grabbing her broken peices scattered all over the dark wood she calls her room.
Legs twitching as the shock runs down her spine,head sore and eyes on fire but she continues to cry to try put out the flames.
For each voil memory that appears before her
The heart skips a beat as if she was slowly dying.
Her gut doing flips ' ready to expand to the point of bursting wide open.
The pain is not like before, this time she hurt herself for allowing such a person back into her loving space.
Her kindness can sicken her at times, her love is to strong to say no to someone in need. But she learnt and she did it the hard way.
She finds all of her peices. as she starts to slowly put them back together like a jigsaw, her legs stop shaking. She emerges from her ball like a butterfly from its caccoon and she gets a hold of herself.
Her heart still skips beats but this time its the adrenaline inside of her, never will she doubt her gut again.
She is powerful
She is strong
She is amazing at all that she does, except love. Shes a sucker for a fairytale but she is aware that her king would simply not do her wrong like the others, her heart is hudge and extremely powerful as well as fragile. It will stay in the glass case until her king appears as it will never ever be safe in your hands.