She breathed in and out came cotton candy clouds

She laughed and music notes danced out of her mouth

She didn't just exist she lived.

She didn't wait for an answer she made her own question instead.

She wasn't trouble like they say

She was happy simplicity

Am I allowed to look at her like that?

To want her sun loved skin to touch mine

Am I allowed to want her?

My own breath was fog

My laugh a brick falling to the ground, heavy

My own hands calloused and rough from the work of surviving.

It's a long way home but I'm willing to walk all that way to her.

She is what I want.
She is what is good in this world.
She is what I need.
She isn't what they say.
She's mine.