soft broken heart

tears stream
down the cheeks
of the lost soul
in front of me

i look in her eyes
full of sorrows
and self hatred
i should have known

she keeps repeating
this sentence
as if time would
revolve back for her

though also knowing
she´d make the
same decisions
over and over

her soft heart and
sensitive eyes
look at me
in despair

the loss feels so grave
her eyes can´t
blink without
making lakes full
of salty tears

but she feels
that even in this
darkest pain
her soft heart
is a gift

and she smiles
from the reflection
realising
she had been looking
at herself all along