Again

I did it again.
Fell head over toes for a boy,
I knew I could never have.

But not all fault is entirely mine,
See, this boy, had charm.
Charm that I had never experienced
Before.
A charm that came in soft sentences.
Poetic scriptures that embedded
Themselves in my head,
Like crisp and fiery embers,
Cast away from the fire.

The charm had done it's job.
Capturing my heart and loving it,
Unconditionally, everyday.
But the charmer mustn't have intended
To Preform and capture so brilliantly.
For this boy, he had run from
Me.

Run from truths that spilled from
Beyond my very lips.
I had not intended to expose
Myself, my secrets, my dreams,
And my conscience.
Perhaps that is what one does.
When they feel the listener
Is one that they can trust.
Open up to.
Share indifference's.

It turned out, the boy did not
Share mutual feelings.
With this daft, naive, and complex girl.
He said it wouldn't be awkward.
But in truth it was.

"There's deep beauty in those eyes,"
He whispered in her ears.
That deep beauty, that
He found in her eyes,
Must have been a lie.
A compassionate lie.
That shattered an already
Broken Girl.