Magic

Don't cry she commands herself.

He doesn't deserve your tears.

He doesn't deserve a single piece of your freshly broken heart.

But his words are on pause in her mind,

tearing through her wounds like a starving animal.

Ripping her apart,

destroying her mind,

just smile she begs herself.

Pretend you're happy.

Pretend you're okay.

Pretend every word he ever filled your yearning ear with meant nothing.

Pretend he meant nothing.

But without warning the floodgates open up.

Bursting with tears,

sobs shaking her fragile body,

the body he had once held so tight,

his arms holding silent promises to never let go.

The silence is heavy with a lie.

To her his eyes and his smile were magic.

Her broken heart was magic to him.

But shaking pathetically with aching sobs on the floor of her shower,

she doesn't feel any magic.