that bitch never stays still

you pined to save that reckless fickle heart
that contorts itself into awkward situations
lusting after impossible men
caught up in their own destruction
never paying notice to that fragile woman
no, more like that fragile little girl
laying beside them
fucking their tortured souls
caressing their egos

their impotent smiles
pierce through her
as she breaks down
in theatrical manner
oh how she falls apart so easily
crumbling like cigarette ashes
along with her grand illusions

she imagined she was the artists' muse
the retriever of lost hearts
the savior of broken men
but in all honesty
she wasn't all she imagined to be

she was just the flavor of the night
and she minded and did not mind
both in the same instance
a contradicting collision
of sweaty bodies
and unfiltered lips
in cyclical rotations
of unconvincing entanglements
of continuous emergencies

and yet, pining still
flooding with compassion
unconditional love
you reach your hand
to grasp her shoulder
but she is already running away
as she always does