she made houses out of cards and pictures with old paints
her hair was never perfect and her lines weren’t always straight
the dresses in her closet were her own kind of mystery
the way she danced around in them for none but i to see
the private little corner where she used to read her books
became a sanctuary when the world within her shook
you watched the angel flit around you watched her ship sails waving
you held her hand and kissed her lips but deemed her not-worth-saving
this girl she fell she tumbled down she fell and fell and fell
she stumbled cried and nearly died for you did all but well
internally you robbed her bones you took her very life
but physically there was no crime in not making her a wife
no crime they said so you went free as if nothing could have mattered
you broke through the window pane and left the glass there shattered
she lay there in the broken glass the painful red-tinged shards
and remembered simple days and that house made out of cards
she thought back to the summers then before her whole life changed
and realized that no matter what she’d never be the same

when all along she had just love for clever words and pretty things
it was you you you who broke her spirit and you who tore her wings.