i am that one girl.
the one you cant seem to figure out.
not because shes a beautiful mystery, oh no.
but because she is a living contradiction.
she won't whisper love.
well only to the quiet annoyance of her mind.
she prefers morbid infatuation to be most accurate.
she is full of vanity.
yet she'd rather go to the library than go shopping.
she has paralyzing anxiety.
yet she'll prey on your insecurities the moment she senses weakness.
just to make hers seem insignificant.
shes been toyed aroumd and lied to, yet she's always aware of peoples intentions.
she's a cynical bruise, that one...
she's rather friendly with many a guy.
yet she's never been kissed.
that's a fact that baffles the opposite sex and amuses her to no end.
she's rejected many a man, yet the one man she wants she cant have.
not because he feels any different towards her than she does him,
but its that hes too far away for it ever to work.
she's a living contradiction.
she enjoys it that way.
She finds that this way.....
maybe she'll have a chance at being untouchable....indifferent.....
that. is her deepest wish.....
