He used her.

Didn't hurt or abuse her.

That came later.

For a while it was good.

Until he saw beyond.

To the way he thought it should, be.

And so he cast her aside.

Used. Therefore useless.

To him the dirt was more important.

He felt no regret.

That came later.

Because he couldn't be wrong.

He knew what he wanted.

Or so he thought.

He felt no pain.

That came later.

Because it was himself he was to harm.

For she knew he would want her back.

She knew he would beg and plead.

If there was love.

And there was love.

For they were meant to be.

But she was ready.

To fight back against the pain.

That he.Had rallied against her.

So the moment came.

And he realized, as reality hit him.

A runaway train.

As he traversed, and walked this earth.

Knowing that he did it alone.

And so he did.

Beg

And Plead

Got on his knees and prayed to a god.

In which he didn't believe.

Because when she looked.

She saw right through him.

A pane of glass.

Now broken, shattered.

Pieces scattered.

By the comings and goings of people.

People that couldn't see.

What he was trying to hide.

The pain that was locked,

So deep inside.

Screaming to be released.

Let out.

So she could listen.

Since she would not see.

But cries fell on ears deafened.

By pain and betrayal.

And further he sank.

Into a hole that he had dug.

And the final try.

Reaching out.

To touch the one.

For whom he was meant.

But she could not feel him.

Numb to the touch of the one.

The one who had burned her, and torn her.

So deeply inside.

And so he sits.

Everyday he wonders.

Why he could be so thoughtless.

Because all he would ever want again.

Was to see her.

Hear her.

Taste her.

Touch her.

Smell her.

His senses that had become numb to all but one.

Her senses that were numb to none but one.