Disposable...

...Or maybe not?

I held her, in the middle of the road, as she screamed and sobbed. That´s all I could do. Hold her. Nothing I could say would make the pain go away, the pain that was so evident in her face, in her tears. And all I could do was hold her, hold her while she shoke...
For some reason, she always gets hurt, or hurts someone else. She´s never absolutely sure if thats where she wants to be, if thats who she wants to be with...She´s so young, it´s understandable. But how can I just watch, as she does it over and over again, never learning from her mistakes.
This time, she thought it was IT. IT turned out not to be...
And I can just imagine his face now, sitting in his little world, telling all his friends, carefree, glad that he did it. Perhaps he is a little worried, but it won´t last. Because, to him, she´s disposable. He can just toss her aside, and move on, leaving her on her own, to face the pain. A few simple words shattered her dream...The princess in the castle was locked up again, and the dragon was posted once more by the door.
She does it to them, they do it to her. It´s a never ending circle, that goes on and on...Maybe one day she will stop, and look behing her, at the trail in her wake, and realise what it´s all about. Maybe one day I´ll look at her, and she will smile at me, truly happy.
Until then, all I can do is hold her...