Straight at the Heart (me venting so it sounds harsh)

by Max in Forks

I told her to leave me alone

but to her words never set themselves in stone

she starts a fight

a boxing match

where she knows it impossible to win

She likes a boy who doesn't like her

and is a disease on his skin

She has too much on her plate

the looks she desires and the boy of her dreams

her demands pinned me against a wall

I couldn't talk to him

let alone look

It was hard to believe he understood

But she finally broke down and came crawling on back

Forever in our minds she's known as a rat

a lying, controling little witch

who torn so many lives apart

now she knows

never to aim straight at the heart