Love

Snapped!

 
Jagged edges ripped through her mind snagging on the prongs of her inner emotions
What has she done?
There wasn't enough sides to the square she boxed herself in.
She was suffocating as each tear drenched her paper.
With each tear a piece of her dripped, the paper consuming it.
Her life was on the page now.
Her eyesight of what really mattered slightly faded,
Muiltcolored thoughts dotted her retinas.
To the world she was already blubber faced
And post-mortemized.
Her mother had told her she wasn't supposed to feel like this...
Dying wasn't supposed to ignite and spark every single atom of her being.
As the password to her heart gushed a dark red.
The color of maturity.
That little girl was deceased,
Because she had fallen in love...