A story of a girl.

She had been feeling such despondency for far too long. She had been waiting for those three simple words from you to reassure her enamor; yet they had been unsuccessful. Your touch sent such a rush to her heart; yet his such a rush to her mind. Confusion is now her greatest companion, for she doesn't know how to comprehend her emotions. Long days and star-filled nights will pass before she will even think to. She believed in the faith that you failed to display; now she believes in his beautiful illusion. She believed that she could make you change for the best; now she believes in his almost perfection that does not need to be changed. She believed that she could fall in love and avoid getting hurt again; now she believes that there is no such thing. "Only lust exists" is what her mind has convinced her, so therefore she must follow. She will only accept the affection she finds herself deserving of, and from what you've shown her, she deserves nothing. From what he's shown her, she deserves everything.

So why is such complication fluttering her mind? You cannot answer this, and neither can he. But the worst part is that she lacks an answer to this question as well.

Trust.

Trust is an array of lies,
because honorable trust does not exist.
Though it might trick you with it's unreliable ways,
it will leave you with nothing but a saddening surprise.

There is a struggle in my heart
sending confusion from my mind through my spine,
because if nothing but words come out of your mouth
how will I ever be assured that you are really mine?

My mind has separated itself
into it's own cramped-up war.
One side for my heart; the other for my mind,
though neither side knows what they're fighting for.

I don't care if it's the last thing I attempt,
the last thing you see,
the last thing we remember;
Let's fix this uncontrollable mess, and return all of this unnecessary sadness.

Trust is nothing but a guilty conscience;
nothing but an on-going lie;
nothing but a thought of despair.
Trust means nothing, and has no existence.

Hero.

She had sought the great oblivion of love,
and the feeling of security that she had been so neglectful of.
She would go weeks without feeling slightly enamored,
her heart would lack insignificant clamor.
She wanted nothing more than a hand to hold,
a pair of lips to kiss,
someone to call her hero,
someone to miss.
But this was nothing but a beautiful dream,
because her heart was split into two.
And that is the very moment where she realized
that this hero had existed in her life before,
yet she is the one who bid her saddest adieu.