Heart.

Sometimes broken sometimes fixed. 

Looking from afar you'll see perfection, the nearer you get, more flaws you'll see. 

The flaws are nothing but cracking solid, rusting and dried heart. 

Then you'll know that this ain't right. 

She thought she'll get better by the time she's older. 

But people say, the older you get the wiser you may be. 

Wisdom thought her to be strong in gentle. And wisdom shaped her to be diamonds, not in the same range and prices as glass and of course superior than those plastic. 

One of the people chose to be with the one who suited the eyes instead of whom the heart wants. 

When the plastic so called love broke, they lost. 

Let she tells you that she's your wrong choice and She was worth it that She've been left for reasons she don't know. 

You know her name, not her story. You lied to her. You betrayed her. You let her down. You didn't even open any opportunity to her. She'll remember how you treated her and promised not to treat you the way you've always treat her. 

Happy catchy songs no longer cheered her up but bringing the old sweet memories back. No more of her rhythmic head banging and cute little dance. 

Broken hearted songs and movies could only aggravate. You can't see her tears anymore cause it hurts more in the inside than on the outside. 

With wet pillow and eyes, she slept that night. Cuddling her small side pillow  harder than ever. 

Hoping for a better tomorrow if she's permitted to breathe for one more day.