The thing is she loved him.

The thing is she loved him.
Its hard to explain
Or believe, or relate
Because they had never met
But of late

They knew it other so well.
And she was always here for him
Through the words on the screen
She would tell him it would be okay
When he needed somewhere to lean

And tell someone what he felt.
But he never helped her
To feel better, apart from once
And that one time was enough
For her to fall
In love.

He never reciprocated
Because she was just a filler
To take up his time
And make him feel less lonely
And to her, this was fine.

Because she couldn’t see the damage
Or the parts he would tear from her
When he found someone knew
More interesting or prettier
And left. Not having any clue what she was going through

Or the hurt he had inflicted.
But it was her fault because he does this every damn time
And every damn time she tells herself she won’t fall in love
But she does.
And its not love anymore because

She’s incapable of believing she’s enough
And it will last
Because it never has, or will
And it hurts so fucking bad
But oh well. As long as he’s got his thrill

I guess.