A girl I know too well to love

[Please note that I am a female writer but I am no lesbian It’s just a story]

A Lover to all guys! Even Casanova the great would have fallen for her. Mother nature had been so kind in giving her, a body so well shaped that even Lucia would have crave for it. A brain so witty, that if she sat beside Friedrich Nietzsche, he would have trouble countering her speeches.

She plays her show so well that no one would have doubted her. A mask of a hundred face. She is well loved by all her mates and seen as good role models to elders. I would consider myself lucky to have her review her plays to me. A girl so talented would have easily charmed many.

Which was true but not one was ever more than a friend to her... Or was I wrong to say that? Many beg earnestly to long for her but not one have own her.

She tucks at the string of her parapets when she sees them going astray. Leaving those who are so devoted to her aside. Adding to her collection she charms them all the same.

She gives them a little of what they long for and waved them tales of the promised never land. She hurts them badly then heals them with love. For she knows what is best for her wonderfully structured play. To keep them hating her but loved her all the more for her contradicting self. Or was it they who are contradicting?

I have seen too much of it. I would like to hate her and leave her. Expose her of all her doing. Tear apart her unsightly mask. Throw her on streets to be condemned. Make her feel worthless and rather dead then living. I hate that b.i.t.c.h

But I am trap, I am a parapet of hers longing for her to be my only one. Hate her so much, but I am still waiting for her to fulfill her sweet nothing that she once whispered to me... She hurt me so bad but I am still waiting... Hoping that one-day she would turn to me and tell me that I would be her most favorite and that she would give up all the others for me.

I know her too well to love her, if only I was just starting to like her. But it’s been too long to stop too many sacrifices made to turn back...

I am trap.
I know I am.
I wouldn't attempt to leave...
And I know
She wouldn't attempt to love me...