She's Not Me
by Erin Griffin
Fandom: Birds of Prey
Pairing: One sided Gabby/Dinah
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Note: This has been hanging around for quite some time, I just have been too lazy to drag it out to type, but with International Day of Femslash looming closer, it is getting me to fish out all of my stories of laziness past and get them typed up and posted. No beta on this one.
There you are again. So beautiful with your golden hair and silky skin. When it is dark, see, you are my light. My light is dim today because you're with her. I can never keep them all straight (especially when most of them to be so even as they're kissing you). Who is it this week? Toni? Tanya, that's it. I hate her. She's not me. She doesn't know that you wanted to be a world famous fiddle player when you were a kid. She'll never know your secret love of bluegrass or your weakness being the sight of puppies. And not just any puppies. Black weiner dogs. But she doesn't know that about you. No. Neither did Michelle, Diedre, Mary K. and Mary R., or Jordan. You want to know why? They haven't been there. They never stick around long enough to know these things about you. You always say we have so much in common, how good of a listener I am, and how I'm always there when you need me. And I will continue to be. When are you going to stop looking through me everytime you're single? When are you going to look at me and notice me for the first time, knowing I've always been there? When are you goin to open your eyes to find that Terri or Tracy will be like all the others for all the same reasons? Come on, Gabby. You know what you want. You tell me all the time what you want in a relationship. "Somebody more like you, Dinah." So drop the bimbo and come into my arms where you belong. You need someone like me, and she is definately not it.