She was right there -
sitting in crossed legs,
the morning light
gleaming on her crimson
cheeks.
She was young
and naive.
Indecisive.
Quiet.
She became her own
defendant because she
chose to.
She wanted to be alone,
but she didn't consider
herself 'troubled'.
Because really, she wasn't.
She was an ordinary girl
who thought she,
standing alone, and not
having anyone get in her way
was much, much better.
Those days were rough
and now gone.
The thought of her
existence took precedence
over the thoughts
that have been intensely
clouding her mind.
"I'm alright. I hold no grudge."

One day, you'll see
her at a park bench or a
cafe and she won't
even notice you anymore
because she'll be too
busy exchanging laughs
with somebody else.
And you're just there, watching
her sip her coffee and her
mouth breaks into a smile
you always thought could
light up a town.
You -
you're frozen in place and
all you could do is heave
a deep sigh, watch as he strokes
her hair and feel your
heart sink because
hey,
she doesn't even recognize you.
Hurts, huh?

You deserve it.