Her.
We all know her
We know her smile
We know her eyes
We know the way she tries and tries
And tries ….
A heart too big for one person,
So she desperately searches for that one
That one who will help her lift the burden
The burden of being too loving of a person
She reaches out, wears her heart on her sleeve
Because she has a feeling that this time, he won’t leave
Only …
She’s wrong.
So, so, wrong.
It’s always the same
Sweet words and fun times
Trusting fully and and thinking maybe
Maybe …
She’s good enough, he’ll stick around
Buy her gifts and take her out on the town
Shout from the rooftops,
She’s my woman now!
Now …
She’s alone again.
She isn’t his woman, and he isn’t her man
Now … they’re just memories of each other.
Memories too sweet to forget but too painful to remember
A funny contradiction, this thing is
A funny contradiction that isn’t funny at all
Because why?
Why?
Why?
Why can’t I be loved the same way I want to love you?
We all know her.
We know her sad smile
Her fake smile
Her damaged smile
Her smile that isn’t really a smile at all.
We know her tired eyes
Her tearful eyes
Her fearful eyes
Her eyes that see everything she wishes she couldn’t.
We know the way she tries
The way she tries to always be happy for others
The way she tries to ignore the sound of her hurt breaking
The way she tries to not give up hope
The way she tries not to hate those who hurt her
Because her heart is too big.
Too big to think about herself.
We all know her.
I am her.












