Or so they say -
He was always there for her,
He'd never walk away.
She was the girl
Strong at heart;
Yet he could so easily
Tear her apart.
Guys like him, she thought,
They never stay.
They lie, they cheat,
They steal, betray.
And yet somehow,
Over seconds, days, weeks,
She began to fall
For his techniques.
She couldn't believe it,
Not at all;
She'd be ready to meet him-
But she'd stutter, she'd stall.
She'd convince herself,
It was only a dream.
She was making up lies,
Betrayals and schemes.
And just when she'd finally decide
To let him go,
Let him out of her life,
He'd say hello-
She'd rethink her decision,
Go back to square one,
Unable to let go,
Unable to run.
But as love stories go,
This may be the worst;
She opened her eyes,
And found it all cursed.
He was her prince charming,
They used to say,
He tried so hard,
But left anyway.
He'd waited long enough,
But could no longer stay.
There was nothing left for them -
He was sick of halfway.
She turned left to meet him -
And he turned right,
Leaving her in the dust,
Alone in the night.
As it turns out,
He came back in a day;
He couldn't leave knowing
He'd left her that way.
Late that night,
He walked down the street,
Wondering what to say,
Only staring at his feet.
If he'd looked up,
Perhaps he'd have moved,
Perhaps he'd have reacted,
His chances improved-
But he didn't notice,
Didn't see,
Let happen what they say
Was meant to be.
The car struck his side,
And he fell to his knees,
Crumbled on the sidewalk,
There his life ceased.
He died, they say,
With a note in his hand,
Adressed to her,
Written promises grand.
Driving that car was
A drunken young girl,
Too tired to see,
Too lost in her world.
As the story goes,
She drove that night,
Drunken and angry,
She killed him outright.
She doesn't remember,
Not a single part,
But she cried for him anyway,
His death tore at her heart.
He was her prince charming,
Or so they say -
They didn't expect his life
To end that way.
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I'm new here, so I hope this is the right place to post this, was torn between dramatic and narrative. All critiques are appreciated.
