She’s the type of girl who sings herself to sleep every night
to remind herself that she’s not alone.
She’s the type of girl who would listen to the same song for hours
as her heart skips a beat.
She’s the type of girl who hides her smiles
as she doesn’t believe they are beautiful.
She’s the type of girl who hides her pill bottles
and drowns her pain
through poetry.
She’s the type of girl
who believes in love,
but never gets loved in return.
-Hi, I’m…
-I know who you are.
-You do?
-You’re the guy who thinks he’s invisible.
-I have a name…
-It isn’t important. Because you really don’t think it’s important.
-All right. Since we’ve started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too.
-Yeah?
-You’re the girl who is broken.
-I am not broken.
-You’re the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all.
-I sleep well. Besides…
-You’re the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen…no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years.
-Happy endings are over rated. And you’re…
-You’re the girl who wants something bigger, something stronger, just so the weakness in her body becomes something so much more.
-You don’t understand weakness the way…
-You’re the girl whose heart broke when she was so young, and she fixed it back together with superglue, but cannot ignore the cracks.
-Superglue makes for a good companion, especially when…
-You’re the girl who runs away from love and is always up for a good fight because anger is the only emotion she can deal with without being hurt.
-A fight makes me stronger.
-You’re the girl whose eyes shine only when they are as intense as they can ever be.
-And when is that?
-When you’re telling someone you know exactly who they are before they can even know your name.
