What she wanted was something he couldn't give her.
She knew every promise made was one he couldn't deliver.

What she wanted more than anything was truth.
Something she knew he wasn't very good at and always failed to do.

She wanted a man that was much like the rain.
Beautifully chaotic, someone who knew
how to drown her pain.

She needed a soft touch from a rough hand.
Sometimes he's the tranquil willow,
sometimes he's the quick sand.

Helping her to hide from what taunts her,
arms of an engulfing lover.

The distraction from her thoughts...silencing demons from the haunting battles of all she fought.

The space in between the written lies..
The intuition found when you have to ask why.