Memories from another place II

One day, Yrena discovered that the antler people were deaf.
Deaf as the human definition for lack of hearing. Defining it as a deficiency seemed rather incorrect to her, since it was simply their nature; they had no ears. She’d noticed one night, while drawing them. She was always very careful to cover with the golden brown hair the sides of their faces, and drawing their deciduous horns poking out of the sides of their heads, but she never really took in the fact that she had never given them anything close to ears. Her memories were rather fuzzy, as usual, but the realization came in a very calm manner. Her obsession over voices, the amusement she found in feeling the vibrations coming out of people’s throats. Antler people shared a connection through their minds, thay allowed them to comunicate. Which made sense, since their mouths were so perfectly shaped they were never meant to be used in speech. She felt a pang of sadness thinking about yet another thing she’d miss from this world.
The music.

I'm the girl whose love stories are made
of scraps of people that once
were and are not anymore
The girl who each and every time
has fallen for people that appear
damaged beyond repair
I accept them with this fact
as if they came factory
defective
but that doesn't make them
any less worthy of love
But it's a deceptive nature
that of oneself
because in the end they can be saved
I'm drawn to carbon because I know
one day they'll be diamonds
And I give, and I give
And I give
Give myself
give everything
give it all to them
because that's the only way I know
how to love
Until one day I realized
they're alright
no more fighting when drinking
no more doubting themselves
no more fear of the future
no more death wishes
hatred and despair
And with that my heart fosters
hope
hope of my finally happy ending
a house, kids, a dog
grocery shopping, the afternoon tea
the sitcoms and the soap operas
the sore feet and the hair knots
the morning warmth, and the smell of clean laundry
the time for you and me
hope previously resigned once I signed
the "all for all" contract
I could never dream about broken bones
But it doesn't take long for me to realize
once they're alright
that the change is not good
at least not for an us we can speak of
because they're not the same person tha
fell for me
but I'm still the same person that sings
of promises of "love no matter what"
with an accompanying tune of "what ifs"
that come crashing down on me once all
has been said and done
and my only gain at the end of the day
is an empty space beside me and the skin
and pieces they left behind
which so happens to be the poison that
once made them so broken
and I'm breaking, and I'm breaking
and I'm breaking