Week/Weak
Maybe it’s the way she walked
Right onto the stage of every school musical
Like she was already the lead
Maybe it’s the green in her aquamarine eyes
Shining like opals in the limelight
Maybe it’s the way she spoke
Every word, every pause leading you forward
As if the whole world was captured by her thoughts
She is bittersweet hard candy laced in sorrow
She is macaroons dipped in honey
She loves raspberry sorbet and apple pie
Sweet and nostalgic, she was hard to stay away from
She is a cherry tree orchard in her garden
She is majestic and powerful with sweeping arms like branches that cradle you
She is bulletproof glass with a vendetta against the world
She is more than a pretty face in thigh highs
She’s had straight A’s since the second grade
She is more than something her parents can brag about at their house parties
She wears what she wants
She doesn’t care how she looks
She knows she is not defined by a number out of 10
She doesn’t waste time hiding away when boys stare
Looking at her like wolves look at helpless rabbits
For she is not a rabbit anymore
She is a panther skulking through the hallways
She turns around in her black Prada pumps
Gives them the dirtiest look they’ll ever see
They never dare to look her way again
She drinks hot tea on Mondays at lunch
Wearing leather jackets on Tuesday
I met her on Wednesday
We got lattes in a cafe on Thursday
She taught me everything about anything on Friday
She taught me why life was worth living on Saturday
She left me on Sunday
Girls like her aren’t meant to stay around
I know this now
They know what it is like to be a caged bird
And they never want to repeat that
So she left me on Sunday
And when I went to her house on Tuesday
Her mother told me to check under the cherry trees
But I didn’t find her
I found her jacket
Black leather with patches on the sleeves
It smelled like strawberry perfume and the chocolate milkshake we had shared
I leaned into her arms as it fell on top of us
Laughing we hushed each other’s smiles away
She wore ruby red lipstick and painted her knees like they were canvases
For the sole reason that she could
She was Picasso in my eyes
Her brush was her words and she made masterpieces of my thoughts
I’d hang them in the Louvre if I could
She loved playing BlackJack on the weekends
Casinos filled with people
But all she saw were dollar signs and the new pair of Louboutins she’d been eyeing
One time she brought me to a casino and I didn’t drink
But I got tipsy off the sound of her voice
One time I told her about my stuffed bear
How it was the last thing I had from my brother
She told me it was stupid and I should get rid of it
She never did like to talk about the past
She was a Ferrari racing against the winds of time
Fighting a losing battle but she did it anyway
And who was I to stop her?
She didn’t own a book but she had enough knowledge in her head to fill a library
I would go there everyday if I could
She detested riding the subway but on Thursday she stood in the aisles with me
She was my protector
She made me feel like I was worth something
She loved to glare stone cold icicles at everyone she passed
But she looked at me like I was the sun
Two minutes of looking at the sun causes permanent retinal damage
Maybe she knew that
Maybe she knew better
She was sunshine in January
She was storm clouds in April
Giving way to her May flowers
She was gifts on Christmas morning
Hot chocolate in the evenings
She tasted like peppermints and lasted as long as one too
She was the last honeysuckle in July
Leaving only the beautiful flowers and the memory of sweet syrup in her wake
She was love and longing, beauty and pain
Rolled up into one
She was everything I wanted
And nothing I needed
When we got off the train one day
She told me I made her feel complete
I told her I was nothing without her
One of us was lying
Disclaimer: 1) I am not old enough to gamble 2) I have never been on a subway or a train 3) I have never met this girl, so this is based off of my imagination and experiences with real people that I meshed into this