how she could cry all wrapped up in sinews that werent her own because she was mistaken in thinking those sinews could keep out the world and all the bad that it brought…
so she had to stop hiding behind misplaced yet gracious sinews that tried and failed at making her happy.
skeletally masculine in his slenderness,
brought out what he had and laid all that before her,
couldnt even begin to understand that all those things couldnt fill the little lonely pockets that she couldnt ever forget about or leave behind.
it was fated a tragedy from the beginning.
a torn up,
nine mile travesty-
that ruined things and could not gather the karma to bring something back to life.
no rejuvenation of old dreams and no support for new ones.
all just a rickety staircase that leads to no where.