A phone book

Anika

The first one on my - every - list,

With a cool caption to go by,

Menacing smile, iron fist.

She calls every rumor a blatant lie.

In all honesty, she's foreign to me,

For she's cryptic and way too controlled.

She seems to know things others fail to see

While remaining scarily bold.

We have talked - about guitar and box,

One of the men she did date for six years.

Still, I'm aware - she's a cunning fox,

And she will prey on all my fears.

Maybe the best of friends, maybe a beast,

With her, one's always on thin ice.

Her traits are as various as a grand feast,

Others, compared, become simpler than rice.