in Iambic Pentameter fortehtearz

She is crazy for him, it would appear.
Yes, I am aware this was our fear.
She asks, "Is this love?" I quip, "I don't know"
She is so lost, the confusion does show...
Such a fool, she was for him, it seemed
Pushed forth the special date, for what she dreamed
Was the answer for his love requitance*.
She had striven each day for his acceptance.
Herself, she did put in this tense position
Waiting on words. Sighing at the omission
Of a declaration of emotion-
Never did he profess loving devotion.
She did love him, she does love him, did he'ven** love her?
This is the mental battle her mind does stir
Every time that their lips press for a kiss,
She's pushed even farther into this abyss.
She still needs him, needs him, to love her again too
Some day soon, she will know what it is that she should do


But she never really did have to find it out,
Because he destroyed her without a doubt.
Why'd he even kiss her upon his departure?
After he eats her heart too, like a vulture.

*- requital, made it up ;D
**- he + even