She is divine terror. A rule herself. She defines Homer's Odyssey as she is an adventure. She knows where to touch you and how to look into your eyes and give you chills down your spine. Oh, the texture of her voice in her delicate words. And shes beautiful when she sleeps, when she denies my arms and yearning for holding her.
I hate how detached she is. She never just wants to be with me. I feel like I'm genuinely not good enough for her. Shes always stringing me along, and pulling me close to her then pushing me away. She never tells me how she really feels. Everything is always alright or okay. She can't decide for shit and breaks my heart daily.
I can't save her because she doesn't want to be.