Do you see that girl over there? The one that has been staring at the screen for days? The one that falls into a hopeless trance with each line. Her hope mounts as each line she reads weaves in her mind. Your words melt her, She’ll admit it. Then comes the clincher, Shes not the girl your words are meant for. Or sprung from. Shes not your inspiration. But she’d do anything to be it. In comes the battle. So many emotions to pick from, Sadness, Anger, Invisibility. With her shattered pride, and a freshly dried pair of eyes, She convinces herself that she knew this all along. But still hope slips in everytime. Hope that one day, she will be the fuel to your fire. The inspiration for something epic and unending. She wants the biggest part of you, your heart. Until then the fantasys run rampant in her mind, The false sense of assurance tuckse her in at night. And wakes her with hope every morning. And helps her through her seemingly endless days. Until your words break her heart once again. A crush says her mind, it’s simply that. Heartbreak screams her heart, time to make daily mends. Love whispers her eyes, and her tears are the proof. Reality says everything you never could say. You were never really meant to be hers, For you are a bird, Born to be free.