He
He was the most perfect thing,
the one she kept on holding.
He was the one who made her feel she mattered,
and went on leaving her shattered.
He was the door she could never close,
leaving her hearing the echoes of the trust he froze.
He was the most perfect thing,
the one she kept on holding.
He was the one who made her feel she mattered,
and went on leaving her shattered.
He was the door she could never close,
leaving her hearing the echoes of the trust he froze.