The girl behind the book.

there was something about her something I was missing sometimes I felt like I was trying too hard to figure her out sometimes I wasn't digging deep enough...they say beauty is in art and art is magic but when I saw her I knew nothing of beauty because this masterpiece of a girl had feelings rooted so far out so in deep. I watched the way she talked about the things she loved and It was like the air was too light It needed to be heavier, carry all that she said at once it just didnt seem enough at times...she talked about love in a way that was foreign and home all at once, she said things about people that were harsh realities in bundled up sweaters and pretty laces, I saw in her what she wrote in pages on days when her voice shivered and her heart skipped a beat...see the thing about her wasn't what she showed to everyone around her no, it was the words she chose to wear on thick skin that she learnt to grow all on her own. the nails and hammers they used to straighten her spine didn't effect her soul no, not anymore you could scratch all you wanted on the surface because there's always a difference between wounds and scars, wounds heal scars leave behind marks I don't think she'd ever leave you with a bruised cheek and a broken heart I think she'd leave you with a cut right on the mark maybe a knick maybe a scar with that look in her eyes and that smile that you tried so hard to take away she'll definitely be thankful for all that you gave her I'm sure it did her well.

love, the girl with a story to tell Xx