She was in love with a boy.
But she’d never tell him; he’d never know.
She was in love with a boy.
But he needed to take things slow.

She was falling apart.
She could feel him slipping away.
She held tightly to her heart.
As he stepped further day by day.

She was run by insecurities.
She didn’t know how to trust.
Too worried she was being thrown into obscurity
To realize he saw her as angel dust.

She pushed him away.
He didn’t know how to chase her.
She should have begged him to stay,
But as silhouettes go, he could only trace her.

She doesn’t believe in love anymore.
In the end, he had to leave.
She watched him walk out the door.
Her heart is not worn on her sleeve.