Story of Beauty

Here is a story.
I'm not sure if you know it.
It turned an average girl.
Into a depressed poet.

It all began.
Some months ago.
When her heart was on display.
Yet her feelings never showed.

She met this boy.
She thought he was grand.
All she wanted.
Was to forever hold his hand.

A couple of weeks had passed.
Still nothing had changed.
He returned to his ex.
A dent in her heart remained.

Yet he kept pulling her along.
For him it was a must.
He needed her to love him.
He needed her to trust.

At this point in the story.
The girl thought she was sad.
She never knew what this was.
The beginning of something bad.

Soon her hair started to get darker.
Her eyes were never seen.
Her face only ever looked upset.
And she shone of low self esteem.

See she had a ritual.
She did it every night.
Blood dripped from her arms.
And mascara dripped from her eyes.

Now seven months along.
She hates that she loves him.
He enjoys watching her pain.
He thinks he lives above sin.

But its almost over for her.
No more playing pretend.
Because now he has finally admitted.
He only wants to be her friend.

They don't talk much anymore.
But you can see it in his eyes.
He wants to take back his words.
Hating that he showered her with lies.

He might always get what he wants.
And she may be a beautiful disaster.
But theres something he will never have.
And thats her happily ever after.