The Diary of a Fallen Girl

different pt. 2

1- If everybody is different, does that make you different at all? Are you different in the same way, or are you different in a different way?

2- I was tired of meeting the same people in different bodies, but you exist in a completely different universe. You took my hand and let me say goodbye to everybody, and now we're in new territory. It's okay though, because I've decided that I'd much rather have a fresh start with you than anybody else.

3- You're a different face too. Your eyes aren't brown, black, or green. I've long-since grown sick of those colors, but you're an odd kind of different. Your eyes are a mixed pallet of everything that I've grown to hate, but somehow, the way you're blended makes everything seem completely different. You call my eyes beautiful, but the second that I saw yours, I decided that hazel are my new favorite.

4- I've been lost among the galaxies for years, and I've stumbled upon many sights, but somehow, yours confuses me the most. Instead of another shooting star, you're a rose planted among the asteroids. I don't know where you've come from, but I do know that you've been teaching me a lot. When light grows slowly, its brightest point will always last years longer than a violent flash. Momentary love may be beautiful and incredible, but it's also blinding and disappears as quickly as you saw it.

5- I don't know if it was a promise, but something in your voice made me believe that it was. For what seems like eternity, there were never any words spoken, but the moment we finally exchanged words, I knew that your heart was genuine. What a fool I am, paying more attention to the soul in your voice than the words that you chose to speak.

6- Maybe your existence will never lead me to write beautiful poetry or choreograph sentences of words that drip with tragedy, and maybe you'll never tear me apart from the inside out, but maybe that's okay. Instead, your voice leads me through simpler lands and down dirt-road paths, and you've taught me that I do not need to be falling apart to be worth something. All I need is my mind and your heart, and I can create the rest. Thank you for allowing me to write about the simpleness of peace rather than the aftermath of hurricanes.

Thank you for being different.

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(Different; E.A.D, 23)