Her. 

Her thin body, 

Her "high-class" skills, 

Her plastic smile, 

Her sketchy identity. 

Me. 

My average curves, 

My aspired abilities, 

My genuine smile, 

My growing identity. 

Yet, 

I was so helpless 

Enough to mindlessly 

And dumbfoundedly let 

Her have him. 

Only to let him 

Get hurt and fooled, 

Unbelievably destroyed 

Over such immaturity. 

She never gave a damn. 

Even in the end, 

Despite being lifted again, 

That's what happened 

When it was all 

Her over me.