This Girl I Know.

Cherry blossoms
touching pale ice--
this mark is
for a girl I know.
I didn't deserve
forgiveness
but you gave it
anyways.
You hide behind
meek
cardboard walls
but I know
the cast iron frame
behind it.
I watch the frame
begin to buckle--
my heart breaks
for you, but I promise
the pain only lasts
as long as you let it.