A bent and broken girl
Torn to shreds
Because the boy who was bothered
By her over excessive worrying
And her compulsiveness
And her feelings
Fearing her dragging him down too
So then they’ll both be blue
And she won’t be alone
In her sadness
But no
She will not allow him
To drag himself further
Than reached before
For her type of sadness
Spanned deeper than his deepest chasm
And her heart
Felt so many things
It could burst into flames
At any given moment
Her butterflies
Flapping around
Tickling her tummy
And filling her with worry
Of things yet to come