The Heart Is A Masochist

Another tragedy. Yet another loss.

Pain, her old friend, back with a vengeance.

And that was when this numb shadow was born,

Eyes no longer shining with life.

She made promises to not care this much, ever again.

After all, she could only trust herself to not break them.

And yet, at every reminder, her mind goes back.

Back to the memories that bring nothing but agony.

It keeps going back.

Alas, the heart is but a true masochist by nature.