Wasted Passion

All she ever did was love you,
help you,
kiss you,
hug you,
offer kindness when you were in need.

All you ever did was hit her,
slap her,
push her,
strike her,
abandon her in her saddest times.

How she put up with you is a mystery.

Maybe it was your eyes,
your bright green eyes,
gaining her trust with every lust-filled glance mistaken for love.

Or maybe it was your smile,
your sly, dashing smile,
promising to be better next time.

Or maybe it was deep down,
she saw the good in you,
a good you do not possess.

And now,
she is gone.

The result of your neglect,
her final seconds in heart-wrenching sadness and betrayal.

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D: Confusing, maybe?
It was originally a minute poem.
Sort of inspired by a friend, but it didn't get this far.
But it's around one or two in the morning so I apologize it isn't pretty... (my computer clock is off a couple hours because I did something and can't fix it again, so I'm not sure if it's one or two AM)