He'd called Endlessly Hoping for a Response Hoping for That tension That beautiful Tension.
But alas, Butterfly wings Had long been clipped. Awaiting a lust Greater than Fantasy
She sat there, Hoping for that Friend But thoughts were littered Chaotically, Satisfying bitter indecision With unrequited love.
It cracked Then. In three insignificant Seconds, He broke Melted into the Stone cold Reality, Hid away under Tear-stained Sheets, Day in Day out, Until tissues Filled those Cracks, Until winter Collided with Summer, Until friendship Bloomed into Acquaintance, Until butterflies Slowly Awakened.
Until it all Simply Faded into A bitter-sweet Memory