The Real Deal

Here is the real deal.
You caught her in a bad time.
She has always loved you to her full potential,
But see you caught her when she was at her weakest, yet her strongest.
Where her heart was drained, but mentally she was prepared to never hurt again.
So she put up a partition and made it see through.
So you were there, but not too close.
Close enough to see her eyes, and far enough to not cause any tears.
Thinking it was the only way to protect her from getting shattered, while bruising herself from stepping on the pieces that were too hard to find.
But she loved you as much as she could.
She cared, but people remember the bad.
And in the midst of trying to protect her, she hurt you.
Unaware of damage that she was putting on you from the leftovers of the last guy that called what they had love.
But believe me she's sorry.
Having to live with the pain of another's as you do a child.
Giving birth to dishonesty and having to prove that she's beneath that.
And as days went on, the real deal was prayed to you only a figure of their imagination.
Yet reality kicked in.
The two of you weren't meant to be.
Like oil and water,
Despirsing right after you think it may be.
And hand me downs ripping at the seams.
Somethings are better at a distance.
Abstract  were you two..
A mess of beauty.
But she loved you the best she could.
And she valued to be better for the next.
You just caught her at a bad time.
That's the real deal.