She who is, she
She is beautiful all the way from her fingertips to her curvy hips. Smile like an Angel. Smart as a fox, heels she definitly can rock. A style all her own, she is something special. Her mind is just as beautiful as her heart. She loves unconditionally. Wronged over and over again, but refused to throw in the towel. Love had a hold on her, so strong, that she thought it was couldn't be wrong. Soon, she saw all the signs, but ignored them out of fear that she would lose again at love. More and more as time went on, she started to break down all the truths and the lies. Now she had a decision on her mind. What does she do? Does she keep trying, knowing he's lying. Or does she get courage to accept the things she cannot change, knowing if she stays, it will still be the same. Her heart is torn, the thought of him makes her want to breakdown to the ground. She loved him so much, but the feeling was not reciprecated. What he called love was just a mirage. Something you see and think is real but its just your imagination. Mind is playing tricks on you. One thing for sure, her mind was clear, now that her eyes were opened wider. She grew so, so tired. No more lies accepted, no more feeling like she was in the wrong, knowing all along, its him. No more breaking her back to make sure he was set. She is such a wonderful person. She realized that she deserves someone that sees her inner beauty and not just the outside. She NEEDS someone to be there when she needs them, like she is always there for them. Someone who wants to be with her and not lie and cheat. Evidence is clear enough. He told on him self. Stuttering, acting like a retard, like he don't know what the hell she was talking about. Then all the facts started to come together like a puzzle and she finally saw the big picture. She doesn't need him, he needed her. She loved him, he didn't like he said he did. He can't provide, she can. She can do bad all by herself. Packing his bag, so he wouldn't have an excuse to try come talk to her. She was now done. Heart is closed for repair, no more despair. Love at times is so not fair. Now she has more time to grow. She who is she, is me.
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