wrinkled t-shirts for dresses and worn in converse
she stopped brushing her hair, wiped off her makeup
because she knew he liked it that way
and she learned to like it that way too
freckled and bare
tangles and knots
reminding her of his effortless beauty
someone told her that beauty fades, but she ignored them
well time was fleeting and so was his love and she found herself clinging to something (someone) that didn't exist anymore
craving what was lost
but ****
he's still beautiful, painfully and viciously beautiful
knots and tangles and tangles and knots
and she misses his hands running through them