His Story

By Janae Smyth

Her words perfectly crafted

That’s where it all started

You see she was his safe place

He took this and ran at a fast pace

He never did know how to express

Childhood memories left him to depress

Protect and provide now lesions in his mind

He never did know how to unwind

She opened his small eyes and he believed the world was his to conquer

For him she built the perfect shelter

She helped him fight his inner monster

Dopamine addicts didn’t see the first herald

And she fell hard, wanted to give him the world

So she tried and tried after a while fell quite tired

He’d never known peace before

Left him feeling quite unsure

Not knowing how to make her feel secure

In the same way she brought light for him to procure

She was ready to grow, ready for change

But he was waiting for her eyes to estrange

He was brought up to prepare for the worst

Manifesting the ending like it was a curse

Stuck overthinking he turned a blind eye went straight back to drinking

No matter how much love she gave

From the void he felt she could never save

Love was in the air

No it was gravity with no time to spare

Limbs get heavy another set of hand to help with the weight to bare

His wings once as strong as an albatross

Slowly they were torn as he mourned her loss

Feathers once white as snow

Now stained red as she plucked row by row

He was no stranger to aggression

Grew up feeling the oppression

Push, push it down followed by depression

So what happened is the question

Well you could blame it on the media, politics or the employment system

Living in a chaotic world eating away at our wisdom

In a world where everyone is taught to play victim

We’re taught you need them to complete you

But two thirds doesn’t make a full

To leave and be alone neither dared

Comfort in this tainted love they shared

They say communication is key

But when self taught no surprise it’s a bit faulty

You see in his mind the second shoe was bound to drop

Preconceived inevitable ending believing he couldn’t stop

Why be better for someone if they will only leave

So caught up in this hypothetical making it hard to breathe

Overwhelmed in his prison the one draped in hair

His smile dimmed and the love left his stare

Consistent effort he couldn’t bare

Romance became a chore and her words started to bore

She felt as if she was with a warm mannequin

An extra body for company as she was the only one adding in

Empty words and pale skin

He corked that bottle and let the pressure build within

Frustrated and defeated the foundation for a wall were made

Distance grew and the room as cold as an ice glade

So much love to give yet unsure how to receive

Amatures at understanding but masters when it came time to grieve

They both tried so hard yet both fell short

The tension only pulled the noose taught

By Janae Smyth