She sets fire to all physical evidence of 'them' that once existed,
admiring the fierce flame devour any element of love.
Soon, nothing is left but the promise ring clasped to her neck.
Her hands slowly grasp the necklace,
gently pacing her finger tips across the four letters engraved into its inner core, L-O-V-E.
Instinct tells her to allow hate's embrace,
yet her heart pleads for the forgiving mercy of love.
Knowing she will never hate him,
realizing she will always love him,
taking in her first real bite of utter passion.
But today she's alone.
Crying out for a mended heart,
trying to hide her weakness.
In hopes to defeat the enemy,
Her memory,
the worst opponent of them all.
She prays somewhere inside her there is strength,
strength to forget that evident passion she holds.
