She looks at me through the curtain of her hair, unsure of why she feels the need to.
She thinks about me when it's quiet, only leaving herself with wonders.
She dreams about me once she drifts away to dream world, waking up the next morning only to give her head a shake to get me out of it.
She kisses someone else and compares it to mine, wishing it wasnt a habit.
She lays in someone elses bed, starring at the ceiling, feeling uncomfortable without my arms wrapped around her.
She thinks about me without realizing she does, giving herself **** for it once she catches herself.
She walks a certain direction or way, just to get my attention.


She is sweet.
She is kind.
She is beautiful.
She is funny.
She has a smile that could outshine the sun.
She is talented.
She is charming.
She is loving.
She is caring.
She is intelligent.
She is anything and everything.
She is a drug.
The worst kind.
Stay away.


She was once my heart.
She was once my home.
She was once a lot of things.
But most importantly, she was my once my beautiful girl,


Now, she is nothing but a stranger.
A stranger that happens to know everything about me.
She is now just another person in the world who learned how to protect others from the bad stuff.

I learned to never trust strangers.