S. H. E.

she was that cold soul in a lonely room
sitting, embracing her knees tight
never did she even realized 'twas already 3AM
honestly, she tried looking at the clock
but it was blurry
her eyes were clouded
                     and bagged.

the night was cold
starry
                   but cold
aloof and deep
                  ‎and cold
cold... as her frozen heart
and the storm in her mind.

her soul painfully envied the half-moon
not whole but is enough
romantically enough to keep her company
thing she can't offer herself.

how miserable is it.
how tiring.
how hurtful.
how tired she must've been being miserable because she never wanted to be this hurt.
but she is hurt

And... Devastated!