Innocent ways, but confused from previous lies,
Upset that he's honest and not tired from tries,
Wanting a little more but too afraid to ask,
In need of more attention but she thinks he'll pass,
He's aware of her fear but, he won't approach it,
Anger and rage are quick to come out so he won't provoke it,
Still looking at him from a distance but wanting him near,
Not knowing his reactions so she just names her tears,
Friends ask her about him and she gives them one of two stories,
Either "I love him too much" or "I think he ignores me"
But she doesn't take the time to question his thoughts,
She just judges his facial expressions and assumes his sought,
of non-interest,
But she feels like a mistress,
To a single man, who she thinks women praise him like a Jehovah witness,
Her head fills with nonsense and she begins to vent,
Letting her imagination take over, she's no longer content,
No longer does she see him as someone she likes,
He becomes something she needs and loves, so she's willing to fight,
Herself or anyone else who stands in her way,
She begins to hate herself and doesn't eat for a day,
Then two days go by and all she can do is cry,
But she does so much that her eyes are forever dry,
Time passes, she becomes ill, but he's her boo,
Well at least in her mind but at the time he's with someone new,
Still going days without consuming food and her friend becomes the moon,
She feels hate towards the rising and falling of the sun that she sees too soon,
More time passes and that guy she was in love with gets married,
She wanted to attend the wedding but was already buried,
Because the night before the wedding her anger and rage came out to stay,
For her love was too strong for her and took away her day,
Well life,
So no longer does she urge to fight,
But she now watches him from out of sight,
So far away from him now, and he she went a way alone,
Only thing that's left from her is her remains in front of a stone....
