All we know

She was a cliché, or a flawed book character at best. She was a girl that got her heart broken by stupid boys wearing stupid T-shirts. She listened to indie music and bleached her hair.
She had that one friend that always stayed and those who left. She cried a lot, slept a lot and saw the world in dull colors.
She was not the best, but she tried to be. She was not the most loving but God she tried.
It took some time for the dust to settle, for the stupid boys with stupid shirts to finally give up. It took a book for her to see the world in bright colors, to stop bleaching her hair. To sleep a full night.
She was a cliché, or a book character at best, with lots of flaws and lots of heartbreak, but what a beautiful cliché she was.