Thinking Of Him

There she is -
Sitting over there;
My best friend.

She's not focused on work,
She's not talking at all;
She's quiet and distant.
She's thinking of him.

He's hurt her again,
But not for the last time -
She'll go back to him again.

I wish I could help,
Maybe take a share of her pain,
And I love her more than she knows.
But I don't understand -
He makes her cry,
Over and over again.
How she still loves him, I'll never know.

She's seeing him again today,
I don't understand why.
Maybe she's stronger than me -
If I was her, I'd run away.

I think maybe my ignorance angers her.
She wasn't happy when I last said goodbye.
It was what I said, I know.
I just don't think he's the right guy, for her.

And I wasn't lying -
If I was her,
I'd shove his ring in the bin.
I don't care if it's cruel and spiteful.
If he doesn't think she cares,
Why prove him wrong?
What would it achieve?

Maybe this poem may anger her more;
But I need to write.
I need these poems.
They're like baring my soul to all.

This is my soul -
I love her, my best friend.
But I don't understand.

He's not worth your tears.