Give her your affection and she’d give you the freckle on the inside of her hip
She was that kind of girl.
Green apple vodka with bruises under her shirt
The kind of girl who’s smile broke your heart before you even realized your heart was hers
The kind of girl who made you wish you’d taken painting classes so you could keep her morning eyes always
Hanging on your walls in distant shades of grey
The kind of girl who made you wish you’d learned to write music instead of learning to paint
Because her laugh was bells and whistles
And the saddest thing you’d ever heard
Give her ten minutes of your time and she’d give you anything you asked for
And you’d never know what to ask for because you’d never imagined you’d have a girl like her
A fear of the dark, torn cuticles, and an inability to stay within the lines of time
One morning you would wake up to an empty closet
You’d realize she was everything and you were a tally on a bedpost
She was that kind of girl
January 30, 2014 — Dandelions
Little dandelions poked their heads out of the graveyard in my chest
And proclaimed to the permafrost and broken branches
That they weren’t afraid of death
So my ribcage shook, the structure burst, the foundation crumbled in
And the dandelions laid flat, made foolish
Never to be seen again
Anyone who’s known me at any point in my life could probably tell you this: I am not cut from the sorority girl fabric.
But today I accepted my bid at Gamma Phi Beta, and contrary to everything I’ve come to know about myself, I believe that I have found a place I belong, and a new family that I belong to.
I am so excited for this adventure.