six: she could only jump
she was alone
and she was shattered
day by day
there were thoughts in her head to tell her
she should be dead
she fought
almost valiantly one might say
but even so
all knights have their weaknesses
he was her weakness
the one who finally pushed her to the edge
at first it was love
pure and sweet
but then it was bitter
broken and done
and hatred was brought into place
with words only one could lace
into an intricate pattern of pain
and after all that time
all
she could do
was jump
sorry this sucks, it's late and I'm tired and just today's not a great day for me to write really. goodnight lovelies