'listen. don't love me. i'm not worth it. i won't change.' <br />he looked at her with weary eyes <br />trying to find out how she could handle the pain <br />when he told her his rehearsed lies. <br />but she didn't want to cry. <br /> <br /> <br />and if she could see what he saw <br />she'd never doubt her grace <br />and she saw nothing at all. <br />he loved her in the first place <br />he watched her falling face. <br /> <br />but he never forgot her. <br />even when he couldn't care <br />when he could do nothing but break <br />she saw that he was there <br />but she couldn't be repaired.<br /><br />Desiree Whitamore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/huh-4/
