She wore flowers in her hair And anger in her eyes Had a strong hate for her father And thought birthdays were stupid
He memorized every notch in her spine And made a home for himself in the gaps between her fingers Playing dot-to-dot with her freckles, Became his new favorite hobby
Tattoos adorned his arms Expressing himself in ways words never could, for ink could not stutter He smoked too many cigarettes, and gazed at her through hooded eyes The kind that could only be found in the depths of the alleyways you avoided
She looked at him as if he had hand selected the stars, And was responsible for the moon Right next to her love for the Rolling Stones, he was there Swimming through her bloodstream
He had deceived himself into believing he did not love her For she was his Abigail Williams And she always said, "God damns all liars"