she was the girl who was not like most girls
she would spend her days typing love letters on a vintage typewriter while others would spend their days texting
she was the closest thing to mermaids and fairy tales
she had an imagination as wide as the ocean
a mind as sharp as a knife

her soul was incredibly beautiful that if you looked closely
you could see the flowers blooming in her bloodstream.

she was full of life until someone came along and took if from her
she remained as lifeless and miserable as the dead for months on end until that very moment when she decided to stand on her bare feet without anybody holding her steady
and she'd write
she'd write until she'd bleed her insides out if that means getting the poison out of her system

see this girl right here
was not like most girls
this girl right here
was the the odd one out