Her

She sits in the cold

And is content with her half of the story being left untold

She wants to be viewed as mean and heartless

She wants to be seen as artless

She doesn't want her true colors to show

She doesn't want everyone to know

That she's weak and kind

That in her depression she's confined

She offered up her own happiness for his

Even though with him she found out what happiness is

She let him go

So his happiness could grow

She threw him out of her life

Even though she knew he would stick with her through strife

She knew he wanted his ex

It hung over her like a hex

So she left

In the night with deft

She went to someone else so she wouldn't go crawling back

And ever since then her mind has been black

But she puts those memories on the shelf

And smile softly to herself

Because she can see

That without her he'll be happy.