Mystery Girl

I met this girl on Wednesday. We became friends on Thursday. She broke my heart on Monday — it took her less than a week to do it. I don’t know what to say. To her, it was just child’s play. She wouldn’t change even if she were made of clay. I don’t want to see her, but I want to see her. I don’t want to be with her, but I want to be with her. All this leaves me in despair. She toyed with me — I thought it was a love story, but to her, it was a toy story. Day by day, I’ve learned to cope without her, and I know she doesn’t care. I never want to see her.