You knew from the first moment she'd break your heart
The way she walked, quiet grace
Like a painting of November
Dark hair, dark eyes, dark shirt
Splash of neon, clinging cloth – striped tights
The way she dances in the mall
Catches your arm and laughs so lightly
So that you throw aside your dignity and follow
Knowing she looks beautiful – you look stupid
When she's with you you're delirious, drunk, desperate
And you want her – so bad her touch is painful
Till it feels like the scent of her perfume – so faint – will drown you
Cause she's one of those girls
You knew from the first moment she'd break your heart
Her first words to you – "Its raining"
The warm weight on your stomach as she sprawls across you
The ache as you cradle your head against her arm
Knowing and not caring that she's using you
Anything to keep her – it doesn't matter, now, if it's hopeless
Cause once you've given up she'll look at you – just soft enough
To catch repeated history as it tumbles to the ground
She's ohmygoshsogorgeous and when she says "I love you…"
It doesn't matter if she's joking, if she's teasing, if she's toying with your mind
First she is your friend, you tell yourself…don't you wish that were enough
She'll break your heart again, and all the sleepless nights and angry tears in the world won't change that
Cause she's one of those girls…
And you knew she'd break your heart.
A/N i am still pissed at fictionpress' idea of "spacing"