All But the Heart

He told me one day that he used to have a thing for this headstrong smart and independent girl whom he used to take walks with at odd hours of the day and that he used to dream about waking up next to her and as he painted this picture in my head, I saw her and I thought to my self I used to know that girl She and I used to have great talks and she used to have radiant eyes but now they are sunken and dry because she spent nights thinking about all he does and about he gave all but the one thing she longed for and how gentle and intimate he can be and also scared and webbed in his past She spent mornings watching him sleep and whispering to him all that she couldn't to his listening ear She wanted him She wanted all with him but he seemed conflicted and every time they talked it was with unfinished sentences and chosen words caving from the real ones but she drew her heart out and dictated its desires and every time she looked at me her reflection haunted me because its all I see each time i peek into the mirror