The Night

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  1. Rosey Chaser

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    Didn't actually write this as a poem. Actually was multiple texts to my ex-boyfriend. Good times.
    CnC.

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    What will life do to this girl without a heart?
    Life will not be nice to her, for why should it be.
    Why should the world do which she cannot give back?
    Now the girl without a heart will cry herself to sleep,
    As she has done for the past few months and will continue to do for many more,
    “I love you†she said to the world. And the world
    Laughed back, “Tell her that she could not love.â€
    It would not say it back because
    She did not deserve it.

    Even though she would have taken it in a mocking tone, the still silence of the night
    Echoed through the lifeless room.
    The sound of the world engulfed the walls, seeping into
    The cavern where the heart once was. As it entered her body
    It grew a new life.
    “This is why you cannot be loved.â€
    It ached from inside of her.
    “I grew to this from nothing. If something was here, the silence of the night would be whispering different words.â€
    And so the girl cried.
    Cried to fill up the words from the silence that deafened her ears.

    She reached out her hand for somebody’s touch.
    But the only sign of life was the breath that escaped from her own lips, and the
    Darkness that spun around her hand until she could recognize it no more.
    But the Darkness calmed her. For she knew that the Darknesss
    Was not loved either, as people thrust candles to the sky to send it away.
    So she took the Darkness into her arms and sang it a lullaby,
    Hoping that she could make her body a home for somebody.

    The Darkness claimed her as its own, crawling up her legs and over her skin, entering every orifice of her frail self.
    And from that day on, the night possessed the girl, bending her to the will of
    The dark, like a helpless puppet tortured by bounded strings.
    And her eyes were no longer the green of life, but the gray of nothing, the black of the puppet master.

    “Goodnight,†she softly cried to the Darkness.
    “Goodnight.â