gos·sa·mer

In sadness she puts you first. Smiles with her heart not of. She cries only after she's made you happy. She waits for you every night to know if you're thinking of her too. She asks you how your day went because she truly wants to know if you're doing okay. And what do you do to her? You yell at her, you make her feel like it's her fault, you walk the fuck away. And what does she do? She chases you.

And then she's left alone, with that void inside her chest. 

I don't get it. I simply couldn't get it.

You had her. She was right in front of you. She handed her heart she pulled out just for you. "This is yours, it might be little, but it's something- it's yours" she said. And what did you do? You took it, you coated it with lies, with hurtful things, and you stepped on it. Why? Because it was yours. And then what did you do? You returned it. And what did you say? "I don't deserve it."

You're too busy chasing for that right girl. You saw her weakness and you thought you could find better. You forgot how her eyes twinkled when you walked in that room. You forgot the way she called your name with grace and with passion as though saying it inadequately will harm you. You forgot that you were not alone in that room and you forgot she chose you.

So yeah, I don't get it.

I will tell you one thing though, she is waiting. She is, man. Start remembering or she'll be gone before you can love her.