Achilles' Heel
She loved him with all her heart,
though she never knew it.
Not until it was
too
late.
Because she'd always been a bit of a dreamer,
a schemer.
A believer, a
fighter, lover,
hater. A mish-most of traits;
he'd adored her for it. But she
was blind to it.
He loved her with all his soul, and
he knew it. Right from
the beginning.
He was her opposite.
Focused, a goody-goody.
But he believed, and he
fought. Loved and
hated. They shared that;
always
had.
Now if she'd only seen
it.
She was everything he'd
ever wanted. He was everything she'd
ever needed.
People looked at them
and saw something rare,
something true. Something
lovely.
He knew it, she
didn't. She lived her
life in oblivion.
Poor girl.
She could've been
happyohsohappy,
but she
was blind, so he
leftforeverandever.
She was his weakness,
always has been.
Truly, she was his Achilles'
Heel, because,
in the end, she
killed him. He died
loving her.
She lived hating
herself for not
knowing what she
needed, wanted.
She lived
loveless.
It killed her in
the end, because,
she killed him,
and he had been the
one to
love
her.