she will fall in love with me, only because I cannot fall in love with her. she will fall in love with the way I don’t care, and the way I don’t ever call her back like I say I will. she will fall in love with me, because I will kiss her at 3 am, but walk by her at school like I never remembered her last name. I probably didn’t anyways. she will fall in love with me because of the electric jolt she feels in her veins when I am inside of her. she will talk about me to her friends, tell them that I’m the most interesting person that she has ever come across. her eyes will turn green with envy when her best friend gets my number, and she will go insane when she shows up and sees her best friend lying beside me in the spot she once filled. she will scream at me that I was in her veins, and that she never wanted to figure out my tragedies. she will go home and swallow eight glasses of wine trying to forget me, but find her fingers between her own thighs trying to imagine them as my own. she will cry when she thinks of my eyes and the way they looked when I told her that I loved her. she will feel her pride deteriorating whilst her hands come across a mind of their own, and they’ve dialed my number for the seventh time that night. she will tell her friends that she’s over me the next day, and that I am the scum of the earth. she will tell them I wasn’t that good in bed anyways, and she never liked the way I tasted like cigarettes. but I will knock on her window at 4 am and her stomach will twist in knots while she turns the locks and pulls me into her. she will moan and she will cry, she will scream that the pain I put forth is inevitable. she will whisper to me that I am inside of her body like a disease. she will be intoxicated by me, and when she falls asleep on my chest I will pick her broken bones from my tired body and sneak out of her window like a thief, but I will tell myself that nothing that I took from her was stolen. she will wake up on a cloud of pillows, feeling like a heroin addict that hadn’t used in a week. one that had just injected herself and felt her favorite type of destructiveness. I will screen her calls for weeks and delete her voicemails, without even knowing what they consist of. I will unwillingly imagine her silky voice coming through my receiver, unseen tears obvious in her voice. she will tell her friends that she can’t take it anymore, she will tell them that she’s willing to do anything to obtain a love that I never had to give in the first place. her friends will pat her on the back and tell her that if I didn’t love her I wouldn’t come to her window when my breath tasted like liquor and cigarettes. she will cry harder, but form a new bubble of hope in her soul, thinking of the fact that you’re most honest with yourself when your intoxicated. I will feel sorry for her that she ever thought that I was like every one else, I will feel bad because I just wanted to fuck her until my bones didn’t feel so rickety, so my limbs wouldn’t be so weak. I fucked her to get a temporary strength from her pain. she will give up calling after a few months. I will have realized that I let myself get into deep. she will go out with different faces every night trying to memorize their touch and hoping to wash mine off of every inch of her skin. she will wonder if I left my fingerprints on every part of her so I would never forget her. she will try to find me at parties in the 28 year old guy that smoked blend 27s, as I did. she will lay in beer stained sheets next to him but end up telling him about my lips, as if he couldn’t taste them on her already. she will put her shirt on and drive to my house screaming and bang on my door at 3 am, drunk and high, I will run outside and hold her in my arms hoping to get every ounce of pain so she didn’t have to feel me in her veins anymore. she will try to come sleep in my bed and I will tell her I have to get up early, and promise to call her tomorrow. I will make my way to my sheets and kiss the pretty girl in my biology class and forget about her broken soul whilst my hand slides in between her legs. she will fall in love with me because she knows I can’t love. she will fall in love with me, and never be the same. because, she fell in love with a God damn tragedy.