He'd Pushed Her. He'd Scared Her. He'd

She Perched On Her Windowsill, Gazing At The Lurid Sun Soaking Into The Caldera, Trying To Appreciate It Even Though She Couldn’t Have It. Why Did She Always Feel She Had To Do Something In The Face Of Beauty?

When Your About To Criticize Someone Walk A Mile In Thier Shoes, That Way When You Criticize Them You're A Mile Away From Them And You Have Their Shoes

The Dreams Weren’t As Pleasing When They Had No Chance Of Coming True

I Allowed Myself To Suffer How Jarringly Destructive The Present Feels And How Fragile The Past.

All The Things She Planned To Feel, The Way She Planned To Look And Seem, The Appropriate Things She Planned To Say. None Of Them Came To Pass.