He left

I'm in no hurry to worry,

But I don't think he's returning,

Yet I feel the burning of my heart,

Crushing of my lungs,

Blood rushing to my head,

But is this worry?

Or just a fever,

Maybe their just the same,

My friends would say I'm lame,

To worry over a boy,

Who had the fame for being,

Unfaithful,

Seeing his eyes made my insides melt,

And forget his rumour attached to the name,

This was unwise,

I understand now,

I thought I landed with a Prince,

He thought he landed with some random cow.