i am the kind of girl you want. for no other reason than that i make you believe it as much as i do. i can fill your head with thoughts about how much i could change your life with winks and stares and "accidental" hand contact. i can keep you on the side by giving you just enough of what you want. string you along with flirtation and not-so-subtle remarks.
i'm the kind of girl you could write a song about what you think i am, and later write songs about who i really am. cliche as it sounds, i don't even know anymore.
in adjectives, i am carefree, simple, irritating.
in nounds, i am an itch, a breath of fresh air, a flu virus.
never boring, never exciting, sometimes harmful.
its alarming and almost scary to think of oneself in such naked terms, but i am exactly that.
i'm most comfortable in my room. with nobody. and nothing.
thats why i hate to be alone.
i can get under even the thickest of skins.
even those covered in bandages.
even in those covered in scar tissues.
even those expecting me to strike again.
