Little by little,
the pieces of her mixed up soul are
coming back together.
Little by little,
she's finding herself.
She's drowning,
drunk in love,
in inspiration,
in all the things she doesn't understand.
She has no remorse for the one who held
the door wide open for her as she was leaving,
for they were part of the struggle and lesson
she learned from.
There's passion, or nothing at all.
And what she has, is the type that drips down your
back, and soaks the sheets.
The exact kind that makes you lose sleep,
and late for work the next day.
She wasn't the one, and she's okay with that.
She knows you need easy, and she knows she never
will be.
She will forever be difficult, million dollar smile and
all, with a sharp edge.
She grows wild and untamed,
and you won't know what to make of her kind
surviving on her own.
She's not nearly enough.
She's everything else.