losing you was easy after realising I had never gained you, since you weren’t ever mine

Lost in the forest of her thoughts, her eyes fixated as she gazes out Silently taking sips from the freshly brewed chamomile tea Which supposedly would relax her running mind Taking a slow, deep breath in Her whirlpool of thoughts start to unwind from their own twists and turns At this exact moment She is still, and so is the time

As the world rushes by, She is in her own