She Was Sea

Tell me, what was it about her?
Was it the way she managed to look flawless no matter what time of the day, or that she simply wasn’t me, no I, her?

Tell me, answer me.
Was it the way she moved through crowds as she owned them, turning every head including yours, or the way she makes you feel after you make me cry?

Was it the way she rose above all every time you went running to her, or the way she could afford nice things and I could not?

Was it her sincerity or the meaningless sex?
The way she looks at you or the way she chants your name behind closed doors?

Was I, simply not good enough?

Tell me, please. What was it about her?