This was from a moment in time when life was a lot more complicated.
Rebuilding
In him she found
the best in her.
Eyes like mirrors
reflecting perfection
she knew did not exist.
Hands sculpted
Venus from her flesh
Muses from her soul.
But cold November winds
cut to the bone,
exposing every imperfection
calling attention to every nerve.
And before sunrise
he will have found
the worst she has to offer.
Anger and resentment
contained in hot tears
restricted by her pride.
Turning her back,
resigned to loving without love,
she shuts the door
and begins
rebuilding her walls.
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