Nice Girls Finish Last

Tragedy.
In just a moment a piece detached and sank deeper than thought imaginable.
Locked away somewhere. Hidden from the rest forever.
A fraction of a child’s soul. She grew up within seconds.

Heartbreak.
A tiny section of an innocent heart floated away and buried itself underneath the snow.
Soft eyes holding back a well of tears until safely hidden beneath a solitary blanket.
A faux reaction and a false smile. The girl knew how to deal with pain.

Abandon.
Trying to rebuild, unwittingly allowing access to her ravaged heart and fractured soul.
Terror struck an unknowledgable mind and she ran.
It took time to realize that this time, it was her own fault.

Repair.
Tragedy slowly begins the search for the key, but it’s well hid and laying quietly in place.
Heartbreak plays like déjà vu behind her lonely eyes. She accepted this long ago and waits to move on.
Abandon healed nice and quick. She knew how much the two could sting, and just how to stop the hurt.
The only thing she can’t figure out is how. How to dull the pain.