Weight of Words

Imaginary

She trailed her finger tips over where he'd touch.
The idea of him, she thought of so much.

As she closed her eyes, imaging every kiss.
A story being written,
she didn't think it'd end like this.

She wanted more than he could give.
She wanted his words,
If she's too matter of fact, would he forgive?

She needed to know how he felt.
She couldn't read his mind.
She needed to know, if he too fell.

Standing in front of the mirror,
silently asking herself how she got here.

It's not what she wanted at all.
He got to run, while she took the fall.

*Sighs*