Can she be ever so beautiful enough, to make him fall in love with her?

 can she be ever so beautiful enough , to make him fall in love, with her?

She was beautiful with all internal demons ,

Trust me she was the garland of flowers.

But he said external beauty matters more ,

Like body , weight, shape and faces to adore.

She was the most beautiful thing happened to him , ever,

But he was such a fool to call her Ugly, trash and skinny.

He didn't deserve her sacred love and sanctity,

He lost her shimmer ness and beauty encapsulated with divinity.

What A love it was!

Where love was empty.

MENDICACY was prevalent ,

We call it love , but in realism it was self torture of the soul, as per my Scrutiny!

She was a lively diva, 

A sensitive girl, no lie , just truth.

But he called her mad , yes, she was mad seeking love from a boy who didn't know how to be glad!

He abused her purity through backlashes of cuts of whiplash ,

She bears the pain trying to be sane.

But Lack of love made her insane,

She was so pious to be left bereft or to divergenty drain!

Rat race and the epic love chase,

The vicious cycle of cascade of storm phase .

The status of being in a  relationship , that won't ever work out,

She wanted to run through the fences of bondage and servitude , out ! 

Right there, she wanted to shout! All aloud.

Body of flower,

Face of goddess .

Care of  a mother,

She was so rare to be stepped out in the strange madness.

He loved to complicate her out,

And create the utmost self doubt.

She inhibited loving herself,

Self love was out of the circle of crowd to trust.

He was tryin' to make her consume her self,

In the name of misogyny, a demon of draft , he was.

Love was lost, only hands were tied,

Dancing through the fiasco of unholy status of relationship pride.

Degrading her everyday,

Unable to sustain the insult.

He never really deserved her,

Cause he maltreated his own girl.

He says, she is ignorant and diagnosed,

Diagnosed with his cynical chambered thought?

What  all she was!

A lover she was, alas!

Beholding her seattle of sadness,

She was trying to escape solidarity.

The juxtaposition of jeopradization,

Created the wreck of imaginative wonde love creation.

He was never into her,

She was completely into him but.

She was trying to identify the cascade of self value and worth ,

But he was a monster pioneering gifting her the self hatred .

Labourer in the trial of testimony,

You wanted to cut her all down, all above.

Leave her and let her go,

She was already emaciated enough to leave.

And then he said the last time,

You are Ugly enough, not to be dated.

And now she rose above to say,

You were judgemental enough to be left all this time, well stated!

Leeza