His harsh full words keep flickering in her mind
It was inescapable
She couldn’t avoid these emotions
These feelings of bitterness that hid behind his dreadful words
She merely couldn’t help but notice the intensions that underlied
Because they were all lies
All beautiful but heinous lies
They thorned her up inside
But drove her to love him
Her,
An innocent, cheerful girl who only desired love
So much,
That his praises
Were simply too noticeable to her “unpopularity”
So significant,
That they just had to be
They were so brilliantly unbearable
That without a whim
Up her house stairs she went
Ignoring the tiresome cheer welcoming of her mother
The door of her room she opened
And besides he bed she kneeled
She reached deep under
And heaved a sealed box
She retrieved the key from within her slit cotton mattress
And unlock all her discarded memorial reserves
Because like all else
She had adjusted to keep to herself
And just because of that
No one knew how or why
The last words she wrote were,
“ Is this too a lie?”
