punching waterfalls

she plays a summer melody with her fiddling thumbs,
desperately fighting for her life, trying to push away memories of a past,
a past so inexplicably beautiful it's depictions hurt,

pitter pattered footsteps through the night,
hunting for a midnight cigarette,
desperately fighting for her life, trying to push away memories of past,
a past so inexplicably beautiful it's depictions hurt,

pouring day dreams into a coffee cup,
moving on to another work-filled day, another tedious responsibility,
desperately fighting for her life,

an awkward smile extending from ear to ear,
pain rushing to her inner cheeks, taking it in with grace,
desperately fighting for her life,

rolls out of bed with angst in her head...
she's done fighting,

you're smell, you're voice, you're touch, you're eyes;
flood her mind,
she drowns in it,
choking, trying to re-surface,
she fights for her life,
but the current is too strong,
and she allows the memories to cascade on her,
like a shower of the most unimaginable, delightful pain.