That Girl

poem about a girl who cares too much

I want to be more than myself
smarter, quicker, thinner, bitter
Who always knew, who casts the blame
aloof and obscure, (vaugely insecure)
Confusing you with my mysterious gaze
that disguises my selfish apathy
Caring not about your eyes
or your disarming laugh
Who takes a drag from her fourth ciggarette
and tells you not to try so hard.

I'm just not that girl
I'm the one who you talk to
Through the middle of the night
I'm the one who laughs at all your elaborate stories
tells you what you need to hear
Watches you from afar with a longing gaze
Who dreams too hard
cares too much
Never mind that girl
see right through that girl

I want to be more than myself
deeper, darker, intense, full of myself
I'm never gonna turn out that way
I'm always gonna have a smile
When I greet you at the door
I'm never gonna say the right thing
at the right time
So i'm just gonna kiss you
and walk out the door

Find her in someone else
'cause I cannot pretend
That I don't want you to myself
maybe soon
you'll want this girl