When I Knew Her

When I knew her, her green/grey eyes (we never could figure out the colour) would sparkle at the ceiling, as she threw her head back to laugh at some lame joke I had tried to make. When I knew her, her hands would shake as she carried the weight of the world on her back, but you wouldn’t even feel a quiver as I slowly enclosed her hand into mine. When I knew her, her face would turn every shade of red and her nose would flare, as she fought against everything she felt was wrong, with a level of intellect that me or you would forever wish to have. When I knew her, she would open her mouth as a musical symphony exploded from it and would stop, embarrassed when she would catch me glancing at the way her lips move with every lyric. When I knew her, we would kiss like we felt the other was the perfect antidote to fixing the confused and messed up teenage heart we both felt pumping in our chests. She was beautiful, and had a ray of emotions that she was never afraid to hide. So how come now she knows you, her face is pale, with every emotion gone, my antidote for her heart has stopped working and your painful poison is what it must endure.