She

She

She used to be so perfect,
before the liquor and the love
and the drunken confessions in the moonlight.
She used to be your girl,
before the incident and the blow-ups,
and the words neither of you could take back.
She used to have it all,
lyrics penned about her captivating smile
and the comfort of knowing
that the world was always on her side.
She sits alone and wonders
how it all went wrong,
and every day that passes by
just leaves her more confused.
She used to be so perfect.
She had an entire world at her feet,
lit up like candlelight in the darkness.
Now where has it all gone?