Butterflies were in my stomach
He had to shoot them down
What a curveball
I never would have expected that he of all people
Would accidentally throw away my heart,
Still hot and beating,
Like a retainer wrapped in a napkin.
I never expected that someone
Who seemed to care so much
Would be so powerless in the end
To even try.
I thought that someone
Who noticed such little details
And showered me with lavish gifts
Would care enough to try harder.
To give it his all.
I guess, though,
It just goes to show
That materialistic gifts mean
And it just goes to show how utterly
is the little scholarship girl in her
little blue skirt and little navy polo
with braided hair and highest hopes
and a wish to be loveable that will