Face in the crowd

He said he's been to a few places and met a few people
"But you're like none other,
oh so charming, oh so special!"

She was taken by his quiet maturity
And him bewitched by her disarming words

Borderline flirting, millions of texts
And hundreds of innocent burger breaks

Finally reached that inevitable breaking point

Vulnerabilities that used to be carefully dressed
In childish innocence and womanly elegance

Now revealed, as far too many scars and
Burning rages of insecurity

But then his quiet maturity started finding her disarming words
Far less bewitching and a little too annoying

Time, space, taking a break,
"It's not you, it's me"

And a couple of other polite words and phrases
Conveyed boredom without spelling it

He's been to far too many places,
And met way too many people

Quietly mature but never wise enough,
To look beyond what meets the eye

For she'd also been to as many places
And met far too many people
That she rarely cared to reveal

But maybe trusted a little too deep
And probably loved a little too intense

He searched for love in strangers,
But never cared to understand the familiar

For it's wise to estimate a woman's mystery
But never too wise to underestimate

And so now she's decided to become
Just another face in his crowd

None too charming, none too special