If she says she knows how to play the guitar,

Make sure to check she actually brought one with her.

Chances are, if she didn't, then she will make music out of you. And it won't be the kind that makes you smile or sing along.

She will strip you down, use your rib cages as a xylophone and let your lungs echo her melody.

She'll take your spine and let it become her music stand. Your lips her mouthpiece.

She sees you as an object long before she sees you for what you were made to be.

She'll go onstage, take you as her song,

Sit down and begin to play.

If she says she knows how to play the guitar,

Make sure to check she actually brought one with her.

Chances are, if she didn't, prepare your heart to become her instrument.