A liability,
she causes destruction
with the way her hands softly
touch the skin of those
she longed to
have.

She's a firefly.
It doesn't take much
to get to her why.

I let her out,
roam around,
being able to prowl.

It's a raised eyebrow,
devil smirk that
does the work.

Was it asked what
the problem was?
Was it silence?
Was it,
"Don't worry, sit tight.
You're gonna make
me a beautiful bride"?
Maybe it was,
"No sweat, no strife.
I'm gonna ruin a life."

She just likes to
fond at it lovingly.
A memory of a math book,
one word greeting.
She could tell he was
already high.
A memory of what never
could have ever been.

It's simple, honestly.
If he wants you girl,
he'd have already
given you his world.