she wanted to be the kind of girl

who got second glances.....

not because of how she looked,

but because of how she looked at others

she wanted to be the kind of girl

you could tell knew things....

not because of how she spoke,

but because of how she listened to others

she wanted to be the kind of girl

whose presence was wanted....

not because of who she was,

but because of how she made others feel

she wanted to be the kind of girl

who changed the world....

not just because of what she did,

but because of what she encouraged others to do

She remembers the last breath she saw him take,

as he turned to wave to her

She inhaled

And will save it for when he returns

The girl next door fades from her face

as her inner vamp closes the door

Her innocent facade falls to the ground

as she wears only a playful grin

"You may only touch me with your eyes,"

she says, "until I say otherwise."

"But by all means," she purrs,

"feel free to touch yourself. "

"Don't look for me to be graceful," she said,

"I'm not delicately made.

I'm a mosaic of

the pieces of myself

I've ripped from the hands

of those who tried to lessen me.

I've had to fight to keep myself whole,

and I have the bruises and scars to prove it.

So, don't look for me to be graceful," she said,

"for you will surely be disappointed,

and I'll have to rip myself from you, as well."