Another poem.

He never knew,
What he was doing.
Slid her down,
Never knowing.
The safeness he provided.
...
He held her close,
And loved her the most,
But his most wasn't good enough.
She couldn't take another him.
The one who left,
The one who caused the cries.
...
He never knew,
She wouldn't tell,
Never let the world knew,
Her secret well,
She drowned in sorrow,
Baked in strife.
...
She couldn't stand another him,
The one who dug,
He into her demise,
Gentle on the tug,
Never in surprise.
...
She trusted him,
She hugged him,
He hurt her,
The precious blossom,
Ready to bloom,
Frosted over by the cold ice in his heart.
...
Will he ever melt?
Her heart beat fast,
Never knew,
Which day was her last.
Her thoughts did grow,
Her mind started to wonder,
And she began to change.
...
She left him in the dust.
Him.
Her.
Never.
Again.
Slowly sliding away from each other,
Because she couldn't take,
Another,
Him.