this dance is mine

there is a girl in my heart
she dances the mambo
in baggy pants and headphones
she yells, loudly and often
she is the dog i never had
and the sex i never wanted.
she spent a year in sydney,
broke hearts in barcelona
and wrote novels about india,
(in london)
she is cultured but homeless
she owns hotels but
skipped those
little red houses.
there is a girl in my heart who laughs when i cry and cries when i laugh, who is hurt by my sorry but more by my love. there's a girl in my heart with soft legs and green eyes.
i am day without the light
i am sentences without words
i am lust without love and
i am me without the c
and she loves me.