Written while in work about nobody in particular it could apply to any number of girls I have known and who for my own sanity I see less of now. I've felt like this before and I feel like this again. There's a dark part of me filled only with hate. It is fuelled by the part of me that can care. It is the only constant.

You’re poison. The sweetest poison I could ever taste. I’ll drink you down and know the damage you do but still I want more. You’re the interesting, funny girl next-door type who’ll share your troubles and mine. The type of person who makes friends easily, who draws them close, not as close as they think they are, but close. How could they not fall for your easy charm, and entirely unintimidating person? In your wake you’ll leave a string of broken hearts and poor saps that think that maybe there’s still a chance. An ever-growing group of men with one crippling addiction in common. Maybe they’ll form a support group. Tell their stories and cry on shoulders. Probably not, they’ll think of ways to let you know how special you are to them. They’ll always be there, every Friday and Saturday when you go out. Desperately casual, hoping that you notice them. Doomed to never be noticed. What is funny, and maybe just, is that eventually you’ll fall for someone, not one of them someone else. Someone who’ll treat you poorly, who’ll neglect you and you’ll love him for it. WE will look on and somewhere in the part of our hearts not filled with love for you, the darker part, feel that he has avenged us. We’ll secretly thank him and secretly hope that now you’ll notice. If you think this is about you, you're wrong