If you haven't seen her,
I feel sorry for you.
She chased the world on it's tail
And perfected the art of taking what wasn't hers.
She let cigarettes dangle from her mouth
And wrapped heartstrings loosely around her fingers.
She slipped in and out of consciousness between sips of *****
And did what she could to **** herself in the softest way possible.
She had blonde hair that fell in chunks past her face
Down her shoulders like a waterfall
And blue eyes that dulled to a soft gray in the winter
Her poison wasn't the alcohol she drank like water
Or how she smoked like it was good for her
Her poison was how easily she made people fall in love
Like tearing the wings off of a butterfly
Watching tears roll down flushed cheeks
No mercy or regret
If you haven't seen her,
I feel sorry for you
Because I see her
When she stumbles at two AM
Black boots and a torn skirt
Holes in her tights
God,
I've seen her.
And I'd let her break my heart any day.