Does she know?
Does she know she can move the world with the sway of her hips and the movements of her lips?
Does she know of her fragility?
The fragility of her heart as she places it out on a platter to be smash by little hammers of doubt and insecurities?
Does she know love?
Does she know the tipsy turvy roller coaster kind of love?
Does she know the destructively creative,suffocatingly addictive kind of love?
She doesnt.
But he does.
