She was quite the mystery that one, For one who loved attenti | Every Day Poems

She was quite the mystery that one,
For one who loved attention, she became what she never knew.
Like an enchantress she conjured sickness into her body.
She loved the opposite of what I liked,
She appreciated sickness and I loved life, was I to be her saviour or what. Quite a mystery that one was.
She wears glasses now, she looks good in them and pretty she is.
She never notice me anymore and never smiles like she used to, I know my wrong.
I couldn't save her from herself and her hate towards me grows day by day, I couldn't yet I tried.