When you find a girl that's starving,
you begin to notice all the warnings:
she walks around with a 'proceed with caution'
sign posted on her heart,
and a welcome sign between her legs -
she'll beg for your heart and then devour
every last inch of it, yet you'll smile because her craftiness
made it into confetti. You never could see her flaws.
She'll pick at her fingertips, her lips and your time,
chewing on excuses and burying her morals
beneath the crevice of your hip bone,
all with a perfectly timed smile
so you can't help but wonder
'why is she so beautiful' -
you'll fall into her trap of deja-vu and of course
nothing changes in the day to day
until you recognize how different everything is.
She lives in the what-used-to-be and what-will-be
but never in the now; now is dangerous
She'll make you die to her and die to yourself
and wrap up your own validation with a bow -
tiny and neat, just as she pretends
her whole world to be.
You'll see the crumbling
and yet obsess over her love.
You'll see the warning signs
and tiptoe along,
knowing it's different this time...