she's that girl you see sitting at the table, reading, drinking, and breathing
she's that girl that you will look at and possibly consider coming over to talk to
but you won't.

she's that girl who doesn't have a whole lot to say but can write for hours.
but you won't see the recorded thoughts,
or the songs she'll sing in her car when she drives away
while you're unsatisfied with the jolted conversation

you're that boy who will be too nice for her.
whose silence will remind her of everything she tries so hard to avoid but can't.
so,
she will avoid you.
and your formalities and chivalrous ways.

stop trying
for there's nothing left  for you to save