you said hello to her once, the very first time you met her,
and then something got over you and you never made it to be her friend,
she then decided to try and be your friend instead of you trying,
but even then, she failed because you weren't willing, it seems,
and so something beautifully breathtaking fell apart without creation
because you decided to become a cowardly lover who fed on other people's idea of what love is and so your lover walked away with your beautiful flowers that lit up with face when she smiles
and so because you wanted to be the Cinderella, you lost the princess
but then again you couldn't realized because you fed yourself surmises
that convinced you to be divine over her,
at least she tried it all, till her last goodbye,
which you failed to show up for, it was then she knew not to turn back,
and so you ended the story that could have lasted a lifetime of double heartbeats, just because you allowed people to make you a cowardly lover that you weren't to begin with,
and so to your dust, you will always remember her last traces that she left behind for you, if any.