She…

She shrugs of her feelings,
And watches as the boys flock,
Her short skirt exposing smooth shaved legs.
Her low cut top showing firm breasts.

She smiles at one guy,
Giving him the ok,
Leaning over to ask his name,
He sees what the others won’t get.

She crosses and uncrosses her legs,
Her skirt tragically short,
The guys see a black thong,
They buy her another drink.

She looks at the chosen guy,
Knowing what he’s thinking,
The same as always.
Sex.

Still smiling she stands,
And looks to the guy she chose,
“Can you walk me home?”
He nodded, and checked he had a condom.

She walks out, she sees a mirror,
And is shocked to see not one,
But many tears escaping,
And is even more shocked to see,

That no one noticed,
He walked up behind her,
Placing his hand on her back,
And lead her out.

Then cupping her chin in her hands,
He kissed her lightly,
Stroking her cheek,
And nibbling her lip.

She felt something,
A pinprick of feelings,
As he stepped back,
And smiled.

“Sex, is not what I want.”
He said looking down at her,
“So if that’s what you want I’m off”
He added.

And to her shock she cried,
This guy was to good to be true,
He hugged her and took her home,
Kissing her goodbye.

Laying in her bed,
Covers around her body,
She smiled a sad smile,
That showed she knew what was happening.

She was falling again,
Just like the last time,
The last guy she loved,
The last time she felt.

He died.
So she died.
He was killed
So was she.

And again she falls,
Into this new guys heart,
And again she felt true happiness.
I’m just hoping this one doesn’t hurt her.