shes not that girl.

we all know that girl, the one that has boys on bended knees, hands to broken hearts. the girl that comes on like a tornado and leaves a mess in her path. the girl who will always leave you wanting more. she knows it too with out being aware of it. how many men have stopped at your feet and begged? how many times do you need to hear it before you believe it? how long will it take to drop the facade of insecurities? you know what you are and you know what you are capable of doing. your a smoking cigarette, and if she could she'd put you out. she turns away from the reflection in the mirror, not because she doesnt like what she sees, but because others do not. she grins and bares the pain. smiles in the face of sadness. laughs at the depression thats only slightly below the surface. she compares to no tornado and will never leave you wanting anything more than goodbye. every boy who sees you, on other hand, wants to keep you in his sight. what is it about you? is it all the insecurities? is it the perfectly painted face? is it your sarcastic remarks? what is it about you thats so goddamn addicting? you play your part well. she cant keep up. you spin your words to leave them on their edge of their seats. she doesnt know when to bite her tongue. you make promises that are too soon broken. she cant break shit. you command any room you walk into. she goes unnoticed. you are sex in high heels. she is just awkward. she wishes she had a bit of you, just a piece. maybe the look that your eyes flirtatiously flicker. maybe the brillance of the smile you flash when the joke suffers. maybe the wittyness of your remark to keep him interested. shes watched you, studied you even. she will never understand. both seem to have the same amount of insecurities. both seem to have similar flaws. so many similarities, yet oppisite outcomes. its hard to sit back for her and watch you work your magic. the magic which you take for granted. the magic you dont even see. live a day in her shoes and youd beg for your black pumps back. the magic you walk around a room with she'd kill for. just a taste, a sniff, anything for some of that magic to rub off on her. theres no magic in her path. no sparkle, no shine, no light. she'll never have that. shes will never be you. shes not that girl, but she want to be.