She was an enigma of a girl.
Always passionate and compassionate
but mean at the very best of times.
She was always changing.
Sometimes she was quiet, words delivered awkwardly
but sometimes she was loud and exciting.
She was funnier on paper
but smarter in person.
Her heart was spilled onto pages of books
and notes of songs
but never on her sleeve.
When you first look at her,
you could almost see right through her
but after you hear her voice,
you're always aware of her.
Her voice is deep as the Mississippi,
her laugh is always loud,
but soft when she talks about
special things.
Always willing to help
never willing to be helped.
Sometimes her eyes were so dark, they were almost black,
but when she was happy, they were chilled brown.
She was ******* up
but never thought about her own problems.
She was always happy to talk.
She was sensitive around her freinds
but tough around everyone else.
She was smart. The smartest.
But she simply didn't pass her classes.
She hated pericings but loved tattoos.
Her was curly but straight on sunny days.
She covered her mouth when she smiled.
No one was sure why.
She liked challenges but hated puzzles.
She loved poetry but hated puns.
Never could decide between flowers or skulls.
Pink or blue.
She was a geek. But she belonged
at the top of the food chain.
She loved to sing but hated performing.
Never sure who she wanted to be.
She was a talented musician but
failed at improv.
There was always a happy smile on her face
but she was rarely happy.
She loved so deeply.
But she threw herself around.
Always loyal, never confident.
Always afraid of being alone.
Of never becoming what she wanted to become.
She wanted to be somebody to someone
but never felt she could be.
She was a very specific person.

She waded in the shallows but longed for deep water.