Thoughts of her

Her, the main reason I overthink

She can hurt me before I even blink

Memories of my past haunt me

To what do I owe her beautiful smile

I cry most when can’t see

I’ve no memory of someone like her

I only met her months ago

I think I became attatched

And at a terrifying rate.

This is too coincidental to call fate

It seems to me that something isn’t clear

She brings him up without any warning

And yet she had no fear

To tell me she loved me in the morning.

What is truth, without a lie?

What is a game without people?

Could this all be true, but she’s keeping something from me?

Or could this all be a game I played myself into?..

What should I do... 

I don’t ever want to hurt again...

I’m so terrified, yet so calm

And still, I feel like she’s the queen

And i’m her pawn...