and she reeled around in shock.
'You fucking bitch', he shouted
and she kept staring at his hollow soul.
'you don't know anything', he screamed
and she wondered what he meant.
had she not shown enough care?
what bout all convictions she had bent?
she knew he had loved her.
respected him she had too.
but she had warned him it wasn't forever,
he knew it all too well, didn't he?
then why the drama now she wondered
she had made everything clear
she was trying her best to cope with
all the mess created in blithe.
or blithe she thinks it was
and had turned out not too pretty.
but she had not been a fake or phony
for him to be at her mercy.
she had not hid what was true from him.
he had run away from what he knew was true.
and after all they've been through,
he blames her for all his hurt.
true she was confused;
she is all but human
wasn't he confused too when
he said it was all off hand?
but he was in love; never once casual;
and lied to her to pacify her fear
can she call him a liar? she can!
but the world sees her as the whore.
free will she said and she meant the same
free will for him to decide his stance.
he chose to go ahead her way
a no looking back, no strings attached way.
his options were clear, enjoyed every moment
and so did she; he became most important.
but separation, it did beckon as predicted
and he couldn't bear her loss, he was addicted.
can she blame him? no she can't!
he was in love; can that be helped?
who can blame one in love?
the world sees him as a saint.
can he blame her? no he can't!
she warned him of what was to come.
but is that good enough? they ask.
maybe not; after all he was in love!
and so it settles, she, crowned the bitch.
yes she was true but not true enough.
yes she had constraints; not good enough.
and as she cries in haunted disbelief,
'Fucking bitch' he shouts once again.