He wears camouflage to deceive the enemy, while i hide the truth behind it. He perceives me as the woman he wants, instead of the girl who needs him. The one who is strong enough to hold onto something i can't see,rather than the weak girl who yearns for his touch. The invincible woman who has everything under control, instead of the conquerable girl who has no clue how to get by.
The darkness of night knows the truth as a teardrop falls from my cheek onto my pillowcase, and my heart begins to ache. Angry he left in the first place, but understanding because the decision was made before me. Tossing and turning in a bed that's left cold and untouched on the right side, I'm left praying for daylight.
The break of dawn approaches, i laugh a lot and smile with all those tears in my eyes and tell him I'm ready for everything to be wonderful again. Trying to fight a breakdown i remain busy, yet constant reminders leave my eyes glossy and close to tears. The moonlight will reflect in the night sky soon enough and my pillowcase will be the witness to my heartache for yet another night..
Counting down the minutes till I'm back in his arms again, but no amount of time is soon enough..
