Wide-eyed

She wears a heart, and draws it on every time she's being a good employee. The computer never really functions correctly, and in the seventh grade she received the highest grade in language arts for the whole county when testing came rolling around. She never really works for money, but for companionship of the people she abuses every time the chance presents itself. I bet pilgrims never cried themselves to sleep with their broken-love theme song.

He is the typical man-boy; the moderate drunk who never grew up. Fast cars, lots of cash, and girls with fat asses would be three things to describe him... at the one year mark. And August is not what people call a good month for him. Those two always break up around that time. Sometimes I wonder what he says about her, and what they say back; because feedback is always negative on her end. He doesn't mention of love anymore; just "like".

She remembers the time she cried in front of a bunch of jocks at work, because he got done saying that she didn't support him, emotionally, I guess. That was two Julys ago. This time, it was hang up calls and yelling. There was no even ground, the ice is breaking and she was right; he won't "like" her once the real woman comes out, and starts standing up to him. He wants a measle-mouthed fat ass who never talks back. Little did handsome know, she's a marker-sniffing, rum-drinking, full-flavor smoker, who takes great pride in being the nice but evil 20 year old bitch.

Roll up your thigh bones sweetie, love isn't coming around here for awhile. What man would be crazy to tempt the Gods- risk loving something like you; a human who knows more about death and apathetic relationships. Look what happened to the last guy.