Miss perfect will not be hurt.
Her walls are impenetrable and
her castle stands proud.
She doesn’t need anybody,
and especially not you.

In fact, she doesn’t need you
so much she’ll hint at it all
the time. Now why does she keep
giving me a sad smile. A sad
smile that yearns for comfort.

Despite her disdain for me,
her hug was a second too long.
Despite her indifference, she’ll bid
for a second of attention.

Her tall fortress is flooding with
tears inside. Yet another burst pipe,
but they come as a surprise every
time. How long can these walls last,
 anyway.