You should have seen the way she looked at you.
She looked at you with a glint in her eyes.
A hope.
Of stirring something deep in your rough skin.

You should have seen her talking about you.
It was red cheeks and glossy eyes.
Like she adored you and nobody else.
Precious was the word she used to describe you with,
as if it were a synonym for your name.
She talked about you like she talked about her favorite thing in the universe.
Which, by the way,
you wouldn't know what is.
Because you didn't care.

She found little gestures of yours comforting,
fooling herself that it was what you did only for her,
when in reality,
it was what you did for all eight hundred of your other female friends.

She thought you were being there for her,
that she was different,
that she could change a wolf like you.
Boy, was she wrong.
Oh, the poor thing was so wrong.

She talked about you all day,
praying for your health,
keeping herself happy by just seeing you content.

But you?
You let her slip.
You let her think, she's just like all of your other chicks.
You were a coward.

You were afraid of committing to her,
to tell her how you feel,
because if you did,
it would end up just like your last.

Even then,
you craved her voice.
You loved her song,
but you told her you liked it,
because you were a coward.
Even then,
you asked her what's wrong,
you knew she wasn't okay.
But you didn't ask her more,
because you were a coward.

You were so dense to notice what you were letting slip by,
just like the sand you were holding.
She was falling,
there was no time.
And you did nothing to stop her.

You were too much of a coward to tell her you loved her back.
And trust me,
she would have cried.
She would've wept because she loved you with everything she had in her.

She masked it in mock friendship,
but deep down you had broken her for anybody else.

You should've seen the way she had suffered,
seeing you all over girls because you were now single.

You should have seen the way she tried so hard to detach herself from you.

You should have seen how she was never investing into anybody ever again.

You should have seen,
because if you would have,
just once,
you woudn't have let her go.
She was the one,
but you didn't pay attention.
She hoped that you listened,
but you didn't.

You should have seen the way her eyes still lit up,
while talking to or about you,
after all the pain you made her go through,
she was still holding onto you.
But you?
You were a coward.
No matter how hard you denied it,
you didn't deserve her.
And she?
She thought she was the one who didn't deserve you.

          ~kc
            25.5.17
            2:07 AM.