I used to like her... and then she faded off, into his arms. I didn't say much. I stayed quiet.. I'm used to heartbreak. It was just part of my daily life at this point. Now they're separate, and she's yelling at him to stay. And he's frustrated, and tired. And she's hunting, searching, fighting for control of him. Heartbroken is she, yet with the heart of a youngling. Little change, little further thought, just overthinking and overthinking, searching for an excuse of it. Turning to him, calling him the cause. And I'm slowly wanting him... and she's just scouring, grasping at control she'll never find. The focus should ravel into herself, and self awareness. But mere thoughts, never made true. Lies and lies, expecting him to as well. Says we'd stay, whilst pushing us away.