Vivaldi is playing loudly in the background,
And she feels like Beyoncé
~she knows you don't care too much,
or at all,
but she still cares.
A shitload of books on her desk,
and a ton of work - with overdue deadlines.
Her future was at stake,
and yet,
She loses her energy, time,
and all the life from her eyes and soul,
Crying over you.
She sees her life falling apart,
Crumbling down,
And everything around her leaves.
You see it too,
but it doesn't bother you much.
I guess she didn't mean much to you or anything at all.
Loving you was easy,
She can't seem to get over the hurt.
You're immune to all her pain -
This hurt you caused;
Prodigious and whacking,
Intense and unnerving.
And yet,
She still stays.
She cried herself dry
and drunk herself stupid.
Hoping that one day she'll move on,
And be over your wicked sport.
SHE DID.
And just like you caused her tears,
You wiped them away.
And just like you caused her profound hurt,
You took it all away,
and gave her a beam of happiness of Brobdingnagian proportions.
As easy as it is for one to blink or breath,
She walked right back in,
back to you.
Her devil in disguise.
In the end, she will destroy you!
