She is lost doe eyes and hands that want to hold onto anything to find home....She has a mouth that wants to swallow you whole and you are willing. You are willing because you love her the way a poet loves his words. You love her in the most innocent sense of the word, but she wants someone whose kisses cut into her lips and leave her with the aftertaste of blood. She wants someone who breaks her because that’s all she’s ever known. She is wandering ghosts making homes out of human beings and she leaves you haunted. semi selective.