she was the girl with full lips and blonde hair to her waist and she was the girl with hazel eyes that could kill with a look and break your heart with a glance through those long lashes that amazed me with how they didn't get tangled with every blink and she was the girl who turned up her punk music at school but in the safety of her room put on 50s and 60s records that they would've played in a malt shop and danced and sang and screamed and she was the girl who wore what she wanted and she was the girl who smelled of vanilla and sweat and she was the girl that no one truly knew and I was so lucky to know her or at least think I did because I never once saw the signs or I would've kept her away from high places.
-I should've known her better(a•m)
