I hid behind timid smiles,
And soft hellos,
For so long,
For what cause did I do so?

I think it was to protect myself,
And place you up on a higher shelf,
Yet behind my shyness and my softness,
There was a lover,

This lover had her ribs bruised,
From her heart pounding so hard,
Everytime she,
Saw you,

She was empowered by you,
And your touch like fire,
It managed to light the very fuse,
She was trying not to light,

But now this lover,
Is no longer,
A part of your,
Interests,

She is forced to watch you,
Fall for this stranger,
I can't help but wonder,
Was she not good enough for you?

Her blood-red eyes don't feel so good,
What's worse is if they could,
Because she is terrified,
Of the day she'll be brave enough,

The day where she will ask,
"What do you think of me",
And your answer will be,
"I don't"