She was haunted, abused, beat and mistreated by the decisions she made, she was a prisoner of her own emotional torment. She let him slip away, she knew she'd regret it but she wanted to risk it, her excuses turned into arrows that stabbed her back every time she realised she betrayed herself with every moment she refused to admit it. She needed him.

In attempt to test her waters she ended up drowning in the tears she had formulated out of fear, fear of being loved, fear of giving in, fear to let him hold her to himself, she was too good at being herself. He openly, pure heartedly offered to devote to her but even as a master at solitaire she lost this deal. She desired him.

Unsure, realising a little late she had closed the same door she had fought to pry open. Indecisive, knowing what she wanted but having no idea what it was, when he came around he left her uncertain. Blunt, cold and straight to the point, she meant no harm she only reacted because of how hard in the past her heart had been broken. Beautiful, like a breathe of fresh air, but she sometimes neither believed it no accepted it. His heart she had stolen.

Lesson learned but her tears tasted the same, she lost him to her fears, her pride still vain, lesson learned maybe this time she'll weep over a boy she let love her, maybe she'll love again, love is for the insane. He was the one she had to have, one look at him across the room and she admitted it, she was mad in love.

-Dreu