Crazy But You Like It

I’d never seen her sit still for more than a minute. That wasn’t who she was. I probably wouldn’t like her if it was. She was the wild child. Running around every weekend. To this party or that. Tequila. Vodka. Jaeger. She was with a different guy every other day. The bikers. The beach bums. The hipsters. It didn’t really matter to her. She runs around in heels, ripped stockings, huge necklaces, strange makeup and dancing until dawn. Nothing mattered to her. She was free. As free as a bird. As free as I wanted to be. But I would never reach that level. I could never be with someone like that.