...being.

She never falls in love. She will break your heart and tear you apart. She never looks you in the eye and won’t remember your birthday. She misses someone, but not anyone. She could love you, forget everything and change the world in a heartbeat, if only she dared. She loves snowflakes but hates the cold, just as much as she detests her heart. She often runs, and will try to push you away, only because she doesn’t know if you would leave or stay. She remembers the details and forgets your past. She smiles and will never agree to what you say, only because of how fun it is. She loves the world just as much as she hates herself, and is comfortable only with receiving what she thinks she deserves. She loves watermelon and rain. She likes being alone, and she can’t handle a dance-free day. She loves every kind of food and hates it at the same time. She never thinks about what will happen, neither does she think of the consequences. She was born free, but builds a cage in her own mind. Her smile can light up the whole town just as her cries will break your into pieces. She loves orchids but would smile at any flower. She gave up on love out of jealousy too long ago. She was often rejected and never completely understood her feelings. She never gives her story straight, and she never expects anything. She seems happy, and smiles too often. She hugs. Her eyes never tell the truth, and she will defend herself with what she finds. She is troubled, but not as much as her past. She enjoys saltwater and climbing rocks. She forgets the date and doesn’t care about your name. She sees herself as a labyrinth, and others find her easy to forget. She hates walnuts but loves cherries. She has a to-do list that will fill every wall in your home, and a bag always set by the side of the locked door. Her feelings never completely show, and she is overprotective with everyone except herself. She hates exercise but loves walks.  She likes candlelight dinners and making love. She is addicted to pain and feels guilty too often. She depends on no one, and loves smoke just as much as fresh air. She won't let you count on her, and she will make you forget you love her. Green is her colour, and she likes boots. She smiles at the sunset at laughs at ghosts, for no ghost is bigger than her own. She hates pity and doctors. She doesn’t think highly of herself and loves to read love stories that end. She will make you cry and hate her. Her teeth will often find your flesh and she laughs at socially accepted behavior. Her mood swaps as often as the wind changes. You will never know if you make her knees shiver, and you will have to let her twirl around you. She will rather have flowers in her hair than diamonds around her neck, and no promise can buy her. She breathes the life out of you and then makes sure you are watching. Her fingers can create a symphony on your skin and her mere scent creates destruction and lust at the same time. She never plays fair but neither minds losing. Her letters promise things her voice cannot accomplish. She was never good at goodbyes, and hates remembering your words. Hurt is no stranger in her life, and feelings can never be completely covered. She would blow up heaven if you asked, but never if you expected her to do it. She never knows how to end things, and loves beginnings.
That is her, and her fantasy is to start over… maybe even become someone else.