she had the 1975 blasting in her ears as the train came screeching to a halt. the doors opened and a sea of commuters shoved to get inside. she took the first seat in sight and closed her eyes, letting the music fill her mind. the person next to her had gotten off at the next stop and a young man had taken this seat. he studied her face for a quick second before saying her name. her music drowned out the noise of the world and she heard nothing. he tapped her shoulder and her eyes fluttered open. she smiled and pulled out her earbuds.
"long time no see," he smiled gently.
"hows life been treatin ya?" she asked.
he frowned and looked down.
"any special girl?" she asked.
"she dumped me two days ago," he laughed it off with a shrug. "you?"
"nah, guys don't go for girls like me."
"like you? what's that supposed to mean?"
"i'm just.. i don't know, i guess i'm not attractive in any way that a guy would want me for"
"you're kidding right? i was so in love with you in high school up until senior year when you started dating that asshole. i thought you were so beautiful and smart and i just wanted to know everything about you- not in the creepy way!" he laughed.
her eyebrows furrowed, "really?-- out of all people, me?"
"yes you. i failed art class twice because i was observing you instead of the art. but in my eyes, you were the art- the most beautiful piece of art i've ever seen, painted so perfect at every angle."
#7//valentina accardo
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a palette of poems
Poesíawriting is art and this is my palette of poems. [this is a collection of unfinished thoughts, poems, and whatever else comes to my head. some pieces may not make any sense because it's all a jumbled mess in my mind that I attempt to put into words...
