She'll be the one who leaves.

There's a girl
There's always a girl,
A girl who enters your life
the same way she left it;
bitterly bleak

A girl with long nails that
have the ability to
rip the flesh of your back
to reveal the hue of your soul,
with those wolf pupil
eyes transparent enough
to make you think
that you're seeing
the froth of the waves
in the ocean
she hides

She'll be stubbornly fragile,
inconsistently emotional
and probably abused.

You'll keep photos of her
and say you burnt them,
she'll like music you hate,
idolise the people you hate,
Cook the food you hate,
but that will be
why you love her.