She was but one person,
With a million different facades.
The sweet, innocent, proverbial angel as known to everyone else.
Crossover to the other side however,
and you find nothing but deception.
A game made to seem so effortless by her,
nothing but immaturity at the root of it all.
The insanity, the obsessive possessiveness, the denials,
She’s played them all.
A one sided love she was so blinded by,
it left in her a flash of red hot anger.
Assumptions at the tip of her tongue,
best friends forbidden to talk to people,
Daily updates of conversations with other girls.
A self made claim she had on him,
yet such a different story he had to tell.