Little yellow farm house

And as the rain poured over the roof of the yellow farm house, the pain and disappointment flooded her soul. she found herself in the perfect moment with the wrong person and it was something she could no longer deny. To settle for the wrong person in order to save something
that was long gone was something she could not do. 
No amount of beauty could blind her from the truth. she had for so long tried to mold herself into what she thought was right for the given situation but the truth was she didn't fit the mold, she broke it. 

on that day on the perfect patio after the rain clouds parted and the sun shined down on the yellow farm house the women quietly surrendered. 
no amount of time or patience would change the man sitting across from her. 
the only one capable of change was the women sitting across from him. for years he had drug her around by the heart. giving just enough to survive but slowly promising only death. The once bright, lively spirit had been broken. shattered into a million tiny pieces scattered and thrown into the Oklahoma wind. Her soul wasn't the first to shatter. there had been promises, hopes and windows broke along the way but on that day the most broken of them all was her. 
yet curiously he stood taller and stronger than ever. his destiny laid right at his feet. his boots confidently walked in the direction of his true north. perhaps he fed off her. sucking the very life from her in order to save himself. she gave the ultimate sacrifice, herself and in return she got nothing.
the troubling part of it all was her loyalty. her resilience and tolerance of suffering. never could it get bad enough for her to turn her back forever and walk away. she secretly damned her Christ-like ability for compassion and forgiveness.

To be continued....