Thoughts as Poetry

The Tigress

He was the only one who could tame her,

The tigress,

If only for just a little while.

But really, he was killing her softly,

Calming her slowly,

With his touch, and his smile.

He gave up on her when she needed him,

She was so close to caving in,

His abandonment completed it.

Her heart shattered when he left,

Pieces everywhere, she tried to pick it up,

But she couldn't get it all; he carried a bit.

The tigress is still waiting for him,

But she knows,

He's gone away; never to come around

Yet still, she hopes and waits,

Falling down,

Falling slowly, withering on the ground

As she dies on the inside, he walks by,

She gets her hopes up,

But he does not reach out as before.

Why can't she realize that

he's simply gone?

Why does she keep on loving him more?

He's given up on her, he's walked away,

He doesn't care anymore,

Nothing left for him to give.

Why couldn't the tigress do the same?

Instead she dies, faded away,

He left her, pulling with a reason to live.