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.