Her

A bird
A tear
A sad song
That is so clear

Cries
Echo through the night,
And yet
Not more sound is heard
Than my voice box would let.

The sorrow
The fear
The sadness
That I know will never disappear

I ache
I weep
So much so
That I cannot sleep

The bird that flies so freely
That was once mine to hold
Was never mine to begin with
And with the wind, has gone out cold

My eyes are red
As I think about what went wrong
Lying in my bed
Oh, the night is so long!

What should I do?
I cannot understand.
Why did it have to be her?
How much more of this can I stand?

The hurt
The pain
The torture
As though I have been slain and cornered

How much longer
Will I hurt deep inside
How much longer
Before I am squeezed dry?

At first
I had merely wanted to be her friend
But now,
How my heart aches to mend!