She.

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Based off the song 'She' by Dodie

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Am I allowed to look at her like that?
Could it be wrong
When she's just so nice to look at?

Her eyes reminded me of the green grass of spring with early morning dew soaked on the blades. The green eyed angel came to me one day and as soon as she wrapped her arms around me, I fell deeply into the crevice of her body like a docile lamb. It was comfortable in the heat of her skin. There was no resistance in the way her forest green iris showed me the depths of her soul through emotion. Each of her movements was careful and gentle, something I've never known.

"You're staring again." Clint sighed as he sat down next to me on the bench outside, both of us watching Natasha and Bucky have an arm wrestling match.

"I can't help it." I mumbled tiredly. "I love her."

"Does she know?" Clint asked lightly.

I shook my head, "I can't say anything."

"So you're just going to destroy yourself by being friends with benefits?"

I nodded, letting my thoughts of the red head fill my mind and drown out Clint's voice.

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep
She tastes like apple juice and peach
Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture
And she...
Means everything to me

"Thank god you're okay." I sighed in relief once Nat sat down in the bed in the medical wing. "Wanda said it was bad out there and I wasn't-"

My rambling got cut off when I felt her plump lips collide with mine, her tongue swiping across my bottom lip as she asked for entrance. Of course I gave it to her. The kiss was small and yet felt like it lasted a million years. I had to hold back a whimper when Nat pulled away.

"Meet me in my room in ten." Nat smirked at me, grabbing the small medical bag I had in my hand to clean up her wounds before she left the room.

Running my fingers through my hair I let out a heavy sigh.

Oh, oh
I'd never tell
No, I'd never say a word
And oh, it aches
But it feels oddly good to hurt

Pulled my heart apart like jenga blocks.
Watched them tumble and fall.
How did you find peace in the chaos of it all?

Now while you are at peace.
My broken heart weeps.
Because while I was playing for keeps.
You just wanted to make me bleed.

I put the pencil down after I wrote the small poem, feeling white anger bubble up as I clenched my fists in my hair. I should walk away but I can't. I stay and with each night we become a tangled mess of bodies in the sheets I hope that when it's done... I hope that I mean more to her than sex.

I'm still waiting.

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep
She tastes like apple juice and peach
Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture
And she...
Means everything to me

Oh-oh (ooh, ooh), ooh-oh
Oh-oh (ooh, ooh), ooh-oh

And I'll be okay
Admiring from afar
'Cause even when she's next to me
We could not be more far apart
And she tastes like birthday cake and story time and fall
But to her
I taste of nothing at all

The silence that falls upon us like a blanket is not awkward, no. The blanket is warm and cozy as I breathe you in, the lavender body wash still staining your skin as the smell of morning pine wood ignites from the candle. The television was playing the same infomercial on mute as the colored screen danced across our faces. Orange, yellow, purple and red brush strokes melted into the sky like crayon wax, as if God himself painted this sunset just for us. My y/e/c focused on the movement of your hand as you reached up and let your fingers and palm become the canvas. No words were said. No words needed to be said. I just tucked you into my side once more as the blanket rested gently on our bodies.

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep
She tastes like apple juice and peach
Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture
And she...
Means everything to me
Yes, she means everything to me
She means everything to me

Used some of my own poems in this one if you would like to follow the account it's honeyedwords_  on Instagram

You can also read the book I have up on that Wattpad account too if you want :)

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