Diary of an A-League Girl

Day 1-

Ah! he pines away the night,

while I, his thoughts,

stay impervious to him, in my world.

As neutral to him,

as neutral can be.

Amused at his love -

so unrewarding and hopeless.

Sympathetic....

Sympathetic - nothing else.

Day 20-

He looks at me funnily,

longing dripping off his eyes.

I pretend not to see him,

his face, his sad drooping eyes.

Poor soul,

so hopeless and waste-

Why dream of stars

you know, you'll never get!

Day 101-

And he never looked at me,

whole day,

I passed by him thrice.

The hypocrite -

he had promised to love me

all his life.

Any way, it doesn't matter

I am way beyond his league!

Day 120-

Hey, its a month now

and he didn't look at me -

not one day.

I know it for a fact coz

I was looking at him

all these days!

What does he think of him, that moron,

the vile, wretched man.

So, suddenly his love is over?

that lying, ass of a man.

Its good, I could see through him

didn't fall for any of his lies.

What do I care?

Oh no, I don't.

He is just a dumbass,

vile, wretched man.