you never knew who good of a liar i am.
i saw the acknowledgment between the dead-eyed girls when she came in, that first day, even if i said i didn't.
i saw the flickering glances she received from the boy who's leg touched mine, i felt the sharp pang if hurt and all things ugly, even if i acted like i didn't.
i flicked hair that wasn't mine anymore, with simpering confidence that was alien to me, tomboy me, introvert me, easily ignored and forgotten me.
i crossed legs over hemmed skirts that skimmed features and curves that weren't mine.
in the midst of hair straighteners and clean eating i was lost, contact lenses warping the disapproving looks into pats of pride, and lips that didn't care for mine anymore into ones burning with passion.
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the flower thief
Nouvellesi knew a boy who plucked wildflowers off lonely roads. i knew a boy who's smile woke the bitter slumber in my head. i knew a boy who made my blood rush in feral symphonies. i knew a boy who stole my heart the same way he stole flowers.
