She's the iniquity that's
engulfed by demons,

He's the prosperity
who's always undeniably
gleaming,

She's addicted to the
poison reverberating
from her heart,

he's the flames assembling
without a spark,

she's an insomniac
deprived of sleep and
dreams, waiting each
night to silence her
screams,

he's lost in the world
he's constructed in his
head, never understanding
how she feels when she goes
to bed,

each day, her heart contracts
in the endlessly terrifying pain,
she has no one to blame,

one day they meet
upon an isolated
bed of regret and
defeat,

she inhaled his gleaming
smile as though her heart
was sent to exile,

she realized the definition
of pain the moment his laugh
danced eloquently in the
atmosphere absorbing
the cries of self control
from her brain,

she saw that they
were not meant to be,
for she could never dim
his ever radiating shine.

[ edited by my fav poet DeepiReside ]