She Just Knows

She doesn’t like attachments.
She’s afraid of losing too.
She’s afraid she’ll always be lost
and she’s deathly afraid of you.

 She’s a broken wild thing
perpetually naïve but grown.
She stands tall always
and she always stands alone.
 
She doesn’t like attachments.
She’s afraid of losing too.
She’s afraid she’ll always be lost
and she’s deathly afraid of you.
 
She still loves hard.
She still loves quick.
She can turn you out.
Make you extremely lovesick.
 
You admire her.
But you hate her.
You want to protect her.
But you also want to destroy her.
 
She’s vast and confusing.
A mystery at its best.
You’ll have to risk everything.
To finally make it deep into her chest.
 
But you know if she loves you
she’ll love you long after you’re dead.
And you know she’s probably fucking amazing
naked and open, carnally raw in bed.
 
But she always knows when to cut and run.
When to say nothing.
When silence says more than words.
And she always has got a new story
A new comedic line to play
To perfectly match the way the world turns.
 
You’re drowning in longing for her.
Wishing she’d take you all in.
Wrap you up in blanket
of just her bare skin.
 
But you’re not quite sure
what to do with her.
You’re afraid of her too.
Because you got too many secrets
and you’ve got too many people you’ve screwed.
She knows this, you know.
She knows your truth.
And she was still willing to care about you.
You just didn’t seem to notice.
You just didn’t really care.
So you hurt her
before she could really hurt you.
 
And that’s why she’ll always stand tall
And she will always stand alone.
Looking through you and your bullshit
and that is all
your heart is not her safe home.