She walks.

You can forget that look she gives so easily.
No heart, no attachment.
The feelings she had are no more.
Too many times was she burned but the fires of your ignorance.
This is why she runs.
Trying to find her own ground that'll catch her when she falls.
You can't handle the storm that is my mind, the gravity of my feelings, the devotion that my heart has sworn.
So I let it all drift away to a sea of regret.
The time wasted, the memories created, the desires provoked are no more.
It's back to black.