Incoherent Thoughts Organized Into Neat Paragraphs

the places she lived and the things she loved

she lived in chai lattes and coffee house tables too big for one person.

She lived between the pages of poetry books that made her feel like she wasn't the only one whose emotions leaked through her skin and stained every shirt. 

She lived in short skirts and crop tops. In black boots and high wasted jeans. 

She lived in antique boxes and polaroid photos.

She loved people and the corners of everyone's smile and the startled widening of eyes when you made someone laugh. 

She loved the air in a sanctuary on a Sunday morning when everyone shared the same inhale.

She loved to ride in the too-hot car listening to the too-loud music and screaming into the wind.

She loved her friends and their gathered strength and all their trying.

She loved light and rain and Taylor Swift. 

She loved building her messy life in her own messy handwriting 

and she loved to be thought of. That vain woman would have loved that we are thinking of her right now. All the places she lived and the things she loved. 

she lived and she lived and she loved and then she didn't.