Pale hair, pale skin
Blue eyes that hold all her secrets
Like small ponds, surrounded by
matted ferns. Dark and sticky.
I loved her once. We went to Vegas
I watched her throw back her head in joy
Her laugh wasn't perfect, but it was real
thick and warm, like honey.
If I really remember, make my mind squint back into our foggy last weeks together
I can still see the lights of the strip behind her happy face
Hair tousled and fluffy, lips pushed together to announciate t's and drawl out vowels
Her shirt stretched over her modest chest
She shopped for vintage pieces and loved vinyl
But not like I loved her. Her breath was sugar, her perfume like violets on a summer evening
She smoked marlboro but didn't care it was poisoning​ her.
Long evenings were spent in silence, the dark city lights watching as we sat on an old couch in front of a movie.
One day I came home and she was in bed with the girl from 3B
So I told her I was sorry, that I wasn't enough
I didn't want to waste her time.
That was 4 months ago. Now I live further down the street
Above the little record shop she frequents
I see her walking out with her paper bag of old 12" records, grunge rock or classical piano peices.
She was a girl that I loved once.