It seems only a while back,
He came into her life,
Just another stranger,
He was just another guy.
Seems so surreal now,
How he made her feel,
It’s peculiar, it’s dismal,
It’s a disparate feeling.
She used to remind herself,
She’ll not fall in love,
Yet now it’s seen,
How badly she needed that.
Love is a subtle gift from each,
The way he made her heart skip a beat,
If he ever saw it in her core he'll discern,
It meant more to her than he’ll ever feel.
But she wanted his love in return,
All he gave her were deceits,
Maybe all she was to him,
Nothing more than a momentary fling.
Now she has to live through the pain again,
Some days are worse when memories emerge within,
It hurts more to know she never meant anything,
Drained her tears trying to evince her love for him.
Like a bee he waggled from one blossom to another,
Left her desolate without any nectar,
A moment that keeps repeating on loop,
She didn’t even receive a wish or two.
It’s hard to face reality sometimes,
She fell for his words and he refused to love her right,
With what will now does she fight for love,
When he doesn’t even want her enough.
Now she has to push herself away,
Shred her heart to bits and glue it back again,
Persuade herself to contemplate the world again,
Coerce herself to love anyone else who deserves her love
today.
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