It's his killer (eyes,smile,lips) face that gets me every time,

stops me where I am and slays me inside

because I know I'm still not enough-

It's always the other girls that get the good things

and I get the rest.

--

And I sit under a canopy

of ten thousand skies, a l o n e.

This is what its like

to be without on essence,

it's just memories that keep me alive.

--

It's not his style to be honest

(…has enough melodrama in his eyes

to put a five-year-old to shame.)

He said 'forever'

with a knife through my back

and it's funny how I believed

that words could color me beautiful

--

They laugh at my naivety like the funniest joke-

stare at me as I walk by

with vicious laughs.

--

But he walks away without a backward glance

And its a good thing

because its hard to be strong

when I know what its like to be one of his girls

(the novelty wears off.)