Dysfunctional daydreams

Her name.

She was art in every form, Her hair messy from wind and just her lack of caring for her over all appearance, the worn eyeliner ran under her lash line and while other girls looked like a complete mess with it like that it just added on to her unorthodox beauty. I couldn't help but notice her when she walked by me, she was like one of my midnight daydreams. She read bite me but i knew she was more then that, she had a story, feelings, where had she been, where did she want to go, what scared her, what excited her? Everything from her ash brown hair to her imperial blue eyes made my body ache with something. I'd sit in the back of the room in the corner so i could sketch her. I knew it was weird and very creepy but i couldn't help it. It's like when Claude Monet died he painted her in heaven then sent her here as his walking master piece. Her name was simple but so complex. I didn't know if it was the strange letter in it or the fact that it was Russian, but it fit her. She'd always stare out the window in class, i suppose math wasn't her thing. I wondered what she would think about a lot of the time she seemed happy with her thoughts, like she was gone in space and was taking a dip though the galaxy to see all of its parts and the galaxy was willing to let her. I'd stay up every night at the window hoping my parents wouldn't smell the smoke from my cigarette and ask myself why i was so obsessed with this girl. Maybe i was a freak, maybe i was in love. I wouldn't be able to ever tell you. I'd stare at the smoke and watch it fog my room it was just like how she left my mind every night. I'd rub my lip with my fingers a stupid habit in my opinion and mutter the name. It felt to holy for my tongue, or even my mind. I'd put out the smoke and lay back in my bed and let her image into my mind. The almond shape eyes, pale pink rosie lips, high cheek bones with a round heart shaped face, her faint cleft chin, and fair skin. So strange, so beautiful, just like a fantasy. I'd let my mind drift all night till finally i'd say it. faint, almost lost in the wind from my lungs. Vera.