She’s beautiful.
But not stunning.
She wishes she had more than she does.
But she could survive with less.
(It would probably make her better).
She’s good at settling for less and wearing a mask.

They’ve all “loved” her, for they were too low to realize she wasn’t the best.
However, she has never lied to any of them.
Except one.
Its simple, really; all she had to do was make them believe she lived en amore.
Once she got inside, she talked a good game, for a long while.

Knock, knock.
The sheer look of perpetual amazement overcame all of their faces.
They always let her in.
Chit-chat to her was simply that.
To them: “She talked to me about the weather!”
Excitement.
(Which doesn’t make sense to me, because if anyone else tried to converse about the weather they wouldn’t have it.)

She and they were always “big”; you know, the small-town girl always with people that she is unexpected to be with.
She always let them down.
Hard.
(They fall like dominos.)
She let something silly and casual evolve into something they thought was the biggest and best thing in the world, and she played it off as if she believed that as well.
And then she pulled the rug out from every single one of them, said her choice words, and disappeared.

She’s not touchy-feely, clingy, or insecure.
Independence controls her life.
Everything is organized to a T and while she has few friends, they are real.
Or are they?

She’s not a fence-sitter.
She knows what she wants and she always acquires it.

But in this particular case, she seems to believe that it will be grandiose.
She’ll carry through and carry out.
After she psychoanalyzes the benefits and risks.
Or maybe spontaneity will rule this situation.
She knows it will work, so why not do it?
He’ll fall.
Just like all the rest.