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Apr 2016
I met this girl.

In the most awkward way.

She had the face of
an angel,
the body of a model,
and a personality best served with
celery.

I met her in a curious way.
A friend of mine
had a crush on her.
he was a lonely fellow,
a shy fellow,
and an insecure guy.
I forced him to hang out with her.
I brought him to her house, and claimed,

“I’m here for you, buddy.”

But let me tell you the regret
I felt when she walked out that door.
She was so bright,
she illuminated the secluded, dark, back street
she lived on
so much
the street lights were jealous.

She waved,
she smiled.

I knew exactly why my friend
had feelings for this girl.
The hardest part was,
now I did too.

We all became really close,
we talked all night every night.
One day, we went to the park
and I kissed her.
Sparks.
Fireworks.
Rainbows.
******’ UNICORNS
came out of the woodwork.
It was horrifyingly amazing.
It was like something out of a
terribly written
Disney movie.

I ended up dating this girl,
and almost lost a friend.
This girl broke my heart,
and I got my friend back.

Six years later,
an engagement gone wrong,
and my friend has been happily
committed to someone else.

And now I find myself
sitting here now,
thinking about the girl
who could make the street lights
jealous.
Thinking about her laugh
and how she hits me
when I pick on her.

How she believes in ghosts;
and how I find that ridiculous.
How she tries to
play it off like
she some ‘Hard *** Mo’Fo’.
But I know deep down she’s broken,
like me.
Her eyes are a gateway
to a place so far away.
A place where nothing can harm you.
Hearts don’t get broken,
tears don’t shed,
and love is energy.
I bought my ticket
to enter,
I hope it’s not too late
To catch that flight.

I want the chance to make her smile.
I want the chance to make her happy.
I want the girl
who can make the
streetlights jealous.
JS Turner
Written by
JS Turner  Phllipsburg, NJ
(Phllipsburg, NJ)   
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   Lucinda Hikari
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