The sound of breaking glass fills her hears.
Her soft plump lips begin to quiver.
Her hands are mimicking her normally poised mouth.
Pictures of the past are flying around her mind.
Sounds of giggles and chuckles bounce around her head.
She sees his perfect face.
One she wishes she could forget.
All it took was someone mentioning his name.
All her feelings flowed back like a white water river.
The thump of her heart is bouncing around her chest.
Her face is quickly composed.
An onlooker couldn't have blinked if he wanted to see her melt down.
Her lips are plump and smiling.
A laugh slips past her shinning teeth.
The thumping in her chest is still loud as ever.
Her knees are a little weak,
The water in the corner of her eyes is covered by laughing.
She plays the game very well.
When she is hurt no one knows.
All her scars are on the inside.
They are her burden.
When her head hits her embracing pillow
All those thoughts come flooding back.
There is no escaping the tears.
Her body shakes with inner hurt.
Covers don't begin to comfort her.
The thought of him makes her weak.
Her weakness is him.
And she is too strong to give in.
This nightly ritual is her battle with herself.
Each night she sleeps with the comfort that it is better for him in the end.
