She was the kinda girl who walked into class with a frown on her face but a shirt that said 'smile'
Throwing her legs up onto the single person desk and pushed her ear buds in
Who's facial expressions would change at the drop of a hat
And who sit alone at lunch, laughing at the words in a book, lost in the written world
She was brave and different, to the point where it turned guys off
But she turned me right on
When people told her that her music was too loud, she'd turn it up louder
Walking alone in the halls, she would mouth the words to any rock song that she could think of
And twist and kick her feet gently as she waited for her bus to take her home
She was the kinda girl who talked to everyone, but nobody talked back too
She was the most herself when she talked to the wind anyway
I couldn't stop watching her
Like a car crash, she silently demanded attention
She showed me a side she wouldn't dare present to the real world
Speaking in rhymes and metaphors that took a second to knock you in the chest
"Nothing to live for but nothing to die for," she would confess to me after a few drinks
She searched and hunted for a purpose in everything she did
And none of my words were ever good enough for her
Nothing could ever lift the secret rain off of her heart
Smacking my umbrella away, she let herself sink further into the mud nobody else could see
Calling me at 3 A.M , confessing all of her imperfections through the receiver
And I would deny each and tell her the unconvincing truth between each of her ugly sounding sobs
But goddamn, she was perfect
I tried to give her flowers today
But she couldn't touch them
Nor could her shaking hands bring the bunch to her nose to smell the sweet scent
And she couldn't hear my story of how I missed my bus twice debating whether or not to buy the plant
She would never be able to clutch them to her breasts and hold them there the rest of the day
The only thing that could care for the flowers now
Are the cemetery caretakers
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Thank you for the 6K reads everyone, I owe everything to you, xoxo.
-TaylorMarie
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The Things I Notice
PoetryAnother installment to my poem book series. Read and enjoy