So it's over.

She touches your heart and then your soul. Turning up the corners of your mouth, sending birds soaring through your soul. She gives you an idea of what love is, of what love could be. But you could never love her, because you know yourself too well. You know your the type that doesn't marry, the type who doesn't want to grow old with someone. You walk away because your not ready  you treat her bad because you don't know how to act. You use her for the night because your body is lonely. She gets it, but she still holds onto hope. That maybe one day she won't be in the wrong place at the wrong time.