Lust, or Love?

Normally, you hear a girl, who has a broken heart, from one bad boy.

Normally, you hear how she gets better. Not how she gets trapped again and again and again.

You dont hear how her whole life was like that. You only hear of how fucked up she is.

You see how she smiles when you step near her, not how fast her heart races.

You feel how warm she is, not how her anxiety is climbing through the roof.

You see her from the outside, but have never heard what shes thinking.