Love lost...

He expressed to her his diar need of a friend on several grey Sundays. She did not know what type of friendship she could offer him. She often ended up harming people rather than helping him. All he needed was someone to talk to he pleaded she figured she could do that. So for days and days at a time she would sit starry eyed as he poured out his soul. Brown skin sweet like honey tall smooth silky she was my queen he would say. God took his perfection his spirit what's next for him... he would talk and talk for hours and she would try to keep her eyes open but sometimes she failed. He didn't mind he would just go on talking. She felt sorry for him so when he asked her out she could not turn him down. His big brown eyes begged and pleaded for her love and compassion. How could she turn down those pitiful eyes filled with the hurt and betrayal thats comes when you can not find closure. They dated for about four months and things were not that bad, but one night everything went wrong. There were a few too many empty wine glasses around her apartment and, one thing led to another and he called her his dead girlfriend's name. She called him pathetic she used all the things that he had confided in her against him. And just as she had feared all her many hours and days of listening to his heartbreak and pain had backfired. She ended up hurting him. What's the harm in listening she said guess there's a bunch. After that night she never heard from him again. Often she wondered what he was doing probably confiding in some other woman who felt sorry for him. She wished that he would get over his dead love, but i guess you never do.