Her heart was captured in the snare of unrequited love
It started out with a little girl’s crush.
He was rude, and closed off to her
so the answer given to her by all
was that he liked her.
Odd…
So she started the fire up.

Middle school came up with curiosity.
Puberty was laid on the young girl,
but he was experiencing the unfair rules of life and breaking.
They became close hearts when nobody was watching.
But the fear of being isolated ran through his blood
Just enough to not want to be seen with the tom boy.
Her heart was understanding
so she watched him from a distance,
and always stood behind him to break his falls.
Because she loved him.

Years of high school followed them.
The caterpillar grew to a butterfly.
Excitement of newly sprung love brought pain.
He allowed her to be by his side,
but didn’t turn his head to watch her.
She became familiar with the peace of death.
Tears were hidden, and broken bones were scattered in a hurry to hide them.
He didn’t watch her.
She watched him.
Calming his quick breaths with a warm embrace in the absence of hers.
His eyes didn’t see her saving him,
but she didn’t care…
Because she loved him.

The times of adulthood sulked in.
Sinking was the obvious answer to him,
but her heart was big enough for the both of them… for the time being.
She knew he was in the arms of another.
The eyes of a woman can see all lies if they allow themselves
Watching him torn down by that doll filled her with anger,
but she kept her tongue to stay by his side… as a mere friend.
Because she loved him.

A third corner was brought into the light.
For once someone took interest in her sold heart.
The one person who could have stopped her from the closing in pain
encouraged her.
Her smile became a mask of disappointment.
She left his side silently
still holding her sold heart out on her sleeves.
Because she loved him.

The wine ripened,
and his eyes were opened.
Meals that were always prepared for him seemed to disappear.
Encouraging conversations went missing.
He looked to the current woman
but didn’t feel the same.
They were little things
but most of those small acts made up his life.
Puzzle pieces were lost
So he decided to watch her
because he realized…

Bruises grew with each hit
He sank because of the absence.
Looking at her fall into a heart of another broke him
The want of confession laid heavily over
But he couldn’t conjure
So instead the anger came out on the third corner
He wanted to hate him,
but after seeing her ear to ear smile
the urge left him.
She was happy for once
The need to look after someone who never looked at you
was lifted off of her shoulders,
and she looked honestly happy
So with pain
he decided to let her go
because he loved her.