Chatterbox: Chirp at Cricket

This is kinda obvious, who I am. And this is very dramatic I suppose. 

But this is something I wrote last night, and it's unedited because I believe that this, in it's rawest form, is my truest feelings. So i apologize for the quality, but it is truly what i felt. Feel. Thank you for your time. 

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Nervously waiting for him,
she sat at the table.
Checked her watch; still not here.
Cell on, he hadn't called.
He should have been there.
Why wasn't he there?

Old friend stopped by,
That she hadn't seen in a while.
She remembered their fight
About him. "He's not right!"

She looked up at him.
He hesitated before saying,
"I'm sorry. It's true.
"He's not meant for you.
"Never was, and never is. Let go."

Standing, stumbling. A rumor... no lies.
Blurring faces, dull lights and streets.
He guides her to a quiet corner.
She catches sight, of him.
Running, for him, stopping dead still.
There's another girl.

Hit harder, than he thinks, or knows, or cares.
The words "forever" and "always" and "never"?
Are nothing, to him.
He tries to excuse.
It doesn't work, on her, she's not through.
Politeness and feeling, attempted love.

Onwards, he says, "I'm sorry."
As if. And if only.
A cheater, on a good girl.
She's broken now.
And what, does he feel?
Pity for himself.
Anger, held back, by her, but lashed.
At herself, instead of him.
Her friend, hugged her.
It didn't help.
"He left me, for her."
She cried and moaned.
Anger released. "How could you go?"

He says his philosophy
As if he has any
Is to throw himself
Into girl's hearts and love
And try
And if it doesn't work out
Just go and release
No matter the pain
Casually breaking her heart
As if it is a rock of stone
like his own.

He says they'd never work out
After he whispered love words
And kissed, her first one.
She tried so hard
To make him see
Love isn't like that
It works, it can
But both have to try
And stay. Not go. Just stay. Not go!
He wouldn't listen and now
She's heartbroken

Coffee, no sleep.
Just daydreaming.
About him and her,
The last time they should meet.
He'd say, "I was wrong."
She'd say, "I've loved you."

But for now, she is alone.
Watches him run
Around with the other girl.
And she loves him, all the more.
Wishes he'd come back.
She'd forgive and forget.
She'd love him better and more forever
Than she ever could.

Until then, old friends
Help her depression.
She hides, under makeup
Her red crying eyes.
Clothes bright, and cut
To adorn her loves
Will he notice?
But no, he leaves her.

One day, waking up
She gets and gives up.
Throws out, his picture
There goes her history
His past, not gone
But put, locked away
Nevermore to be seen
Until the day.