The Lovesong Writer

the hurt was evident in her eyes as she read that piece of paper.
who knew that that one tiny piece of paper could break down all her defenses.
tears were threatening to spill out from her eyes.
she didn't want to let anyone see her hurt, didn't want to let anyone see her cry.
'why this?' she thought to herself. 'why must it happen to me?'
people just don't give a damn about her anymore.
they strut about bossing her around.
'do this, do that.'
she was not some kind of puppet that you could play with.
she was a human being!
this had gone on for a few years before she realised it.
she started to rebel,
she picked up bad habits, anonying phrases.
and once she did just that,
people started to notice her again;
fearful of what she was capable of.
'don't do this.' they used to plead.
did they really think that she would give into them like she did before?
did they think that, even for a second, she would allow herself to be trampled about again?
apparently they did.
she gave them a cold, malicious look.
she hated them to her very core.
they caused her pain, hurt.
so why should she give in now?
of coure, her nature would not let her.
her nature would ask her to stop this senselessness and forgive them.
a forgiving one that girl.
those who had done wrong to her would be forgiven.
those who had caused her pain would be treated better in return.
there was no logic to her thinking.
a part of her wanted her to let things go, to overlook it this time.
the other part wanted to cause them pain, real hurt.
just like the hurt she went through.
but nothing would compare to the hurt she went through.
she was really very sensitive on the inside,
though others may think otherwise.
was she really giving up now?
she just shook her head and walked out.
out of their lives, out of her own life.
she was empty,
completely void of emotions.
she didn't feel like others did.
her shell lurking about in corridors,
her empty shell, completely diminished of a soul.
no one talks about her anymore,
though she suspects they may never forget her.
she was at peace now,
her tale would live,
her story would live to aspire others.
she truly wishes with her heart that her example would spark off flames in others too.
she was at peace.

-su rin

*p.s - i'm not sure what i am writing about, but i feel so sad yet at peace at the same time. i wish HER luck in life and that SHE'll continue to be optimistic.

5:22 pm;
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