Love, She Wrote.

What do you feel?

"Love," she wrote.
"Hate," she said. Harsh words fall from her lips.

"Sheltered", she thought.
"Broken," she knew, breaths coming in tiny sips.

Why do you feel this?

"Him," she wrote.
"Her," she said. Soft gaze falls to the floor.

"Parents," she thought.
"Myself," she knew, and she walked right out the door.