Never Be The Same

Brooklyn tate gray, was a pretty simple girl she loved cute pink lip glosses, joints, art that made her feel seen, and music .

she didn't know how to love or how to be gentle but she knew she would try for the blonde haired boy who showed her for the first time what love was supposed to look like, who's family was there all the time not just when they pleased .

the boy who helped her at her lowest without asking why she was at her lowest just sticking by her side because he knew at girl that beautiful didn't have red iris everyday and busted lips for no reason .

he saw her through, saw through the act she put on for the rest of the world, who just chose to believe it because that's easier than dealing with it .

but he liked that about her, how it took a lot to get to know her and to understand her as much as he would .

he liked that waiting the long run was worth is because under all the fighting, fucking, and bitchy attitude was a sweet girl looking for an out in this damaging world and he knew he could be it, if he tried hard enough.

and that's how it all started, when she was so fucked i'm at a party with busted lips, and he could see the hurt in those dark blue eyes, that she needed out of there .

out of the maze that was her head, and he'd let her fall right into the maze that was his love for her .