him

her voice is soft but her eyes are worn out
her mascara running down the curve of her cheekbones
she forces a smile apon her face
thinking about them together kills her soul
its like being stabbed by a thousand knives
what does that girl have that she doesn't?
she doesnt know
she wasn't in love like she thought she was
it was lust, simply mistakin for love
it is his fault she feels this way
but her hearts fault for falling so hard
its not as bad as the first time she says
theres still no denying it
that girl; brown hair, blonde highlights, so short
shes only 5'4. brown eyes, cute face
nice smile, short legs
slutty and shyish
every guys fantasy...right?
her bestfriend and new worst enemy
its amazing how guys tend to ruin things
but what can you say, guys are guys
once they get what they want they're gone
simple as that she says
ive been told not all guys are the same
but so far ive failed to find the truth to that
its over.