Intact.

She looked at him longingly.
The storm inside wanted to be released.
To let out the winds, a vent she would seek.
The running mascara stained her cheeks.

He noticed, watched, wiped.
Asked her "Why?"
The words she needed, she could not find,
The lump in her throat controlled her mind.

Tears streamed down as she saw,
The man whom she loved was not at flaw.
Yet she hoped he would pry,
The dark lines that spoke everything would eventually dry.

He took her hand, yet never held it close.
She realized the illusion she wore, finally froze
For he wasn't real, just a parallel identity
For someone she yearned just to be her remedy.

At the eye of the tornado,
She stood there, Alone.
"Just another day."
She exclaimed, to something she was prone.

The whirlwinds increased, day after day
And she shut herself forever to keep them at bay.
For people who claimed to have 'known' her better,
Nobody answered to the pleas that killed her.

Yet she strode away in her alley,
The stride which no storm could affect,
The strongest of the winds knew
The roots of this tree would always stand erect.

With few branches that fell during the tempest,
New ones grew with more flowers to attract,
The storm knew each time whom to test,
The tree whose roots were always intact.