She

She’s well practiced in the art
Of telling boys just what they want to hear
She knows just how to fake it
Type away confessions of love
Confessions of lust and desire
She’ll respond with what you need
With a seemingly eager reply
While shaking her head in dismay and disgust
Laughing at your idiocy and unoriginality
Without ever missing a beat
Because she knows the routine by heart
He asks her over with only one thing in mind
Bets her she’ll make up an excuse
Tries to guilt trip her and dare her
And she sees right through it
She doesn’t feel a thing
They try to convince her and play her
Like she’s the real victim
But she’s better at the game than most players
She sees the true intentions
She hates everyone for it
She can read you like a book
Sometimes she’ll call you out on your tricks
It’s all in good fun for her
What man could know her completely
And love her just the same
For the games she knows
And the thoughts in her head
If he exists, he is the only one
She would ever give true emotion to