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He likes,
Her.
But she likes,
Her.

Tangled webs lay in sullenness,
Hearts ache with unrequitedness,
Mouths lie to happiness,
Telling themselves,
They don't,
Love a person,
Who can't love them back.

He ignores her passive outwardness,
He says there's nothing wrong,
But he knows where it hurts,
That she can never,
Love him the same.

She wishes herself not so unlucky,
She wishes her feelings to crumble,
To squander,
To obliterate,
Because half the world cannot accept them.

She does not know the anarchy she has caused,
Her obliviousness is fatal,
Her smile is bright,
Her charisma is white,
She is perfect,
She is loved,
And yet,
She does not know what she has triggered.

All because one day she told a girl,
That her smile was beautiful.

So now,
He likes,
Her.
But she likes,
Her.