I still see you, as hard as it is to look your way. Months have passed now, along with your fair share of strung along, hopeless girls who are now lost in their sorrows, thinking of you as I do but with more genuine thoughts because they got closer to you than I ever did. I tried, and I tried, and I got close to your soul, but never to your body, and I simply wanted to be all over both. Stringing along girls is your specialty ******, I want to tell her right now to watch out, and guard her fragile heart. I've moved on myself, encasing her fragile heart with my hands and protecting the once-broken, beating follicle in my hands, protecting it with every last breath I take. I know you used to kiss her but she's mine now and you can't string her along anymore.