Her blue eyes are like snow;so cold,yet so bright and fresh. They ice me over. I'm frozen under her gaze. Those eyes are so perceptive,they watch me so closely. She knows what they do to me,but she dosen't care.
Her touches are like wildfire. They burn me,crawling across my skin in never-ending patterns. I can still feel the heat,long after shes's gone.
Her smile is like an avalanche,burying me in it's snarky,condescending weight. I bite my lip,as she smirks at me from across the dancefloor,her fingers laced with some new Hollywood prettyboy's.
She lives like the ocean,so unpredictable,so alive. Out of control,she lives in the moment,she does what she wants. She keeps her eyes on me as she takes a long drink from her cocktail of choice, i grimace.
A thoughtful expression crosses her face,she leans over and kisses the nameless boy,all the while keeping her eyes on me. She cocks an eyebrow in my direction as she detatches her lips from the boy's.
I take in a deep breath,and give her one last look;she's wearing that dress that makes her look so beautiful,with her platinum blonde hair falling in large ringlets over her shoulders,she's got on her favorite necklace-the one she found in a vintage shop.
Her lips are pursed into a thin line,waiting on my next move. I mouth the word "whore" and run out the back exit. I look around,making sure no one's around,pull off my bright pink wig,and make an attempt at wiping away my outrageous makeup on my sleeve.
I hail a cab,and sit in the back. I wish she would follow me,maybe say she's sorry and she dosen't mean it.
But the worst part is,I know she won't follow me,she'll never follow me. I'll never be as important as this:the partying,the drinking,the cocaine in the VIP lounge.