for quite some time, i’ve been trying to decode her.

as I slip through these days, I only figure her out more and more,

and it’s simple why she likes to keep her distance.

she likes to give love to those who haven’t felt it,

she likes to play and melt away under your skin.

she only wants to drain the ***** water from your sink,

give you pain to make you think.

i’ve heard her say sweet things in the dark before,

little whispers, soft legs, and blistered feet.

she’s always played the part like some sort of baby broken bear,

but maybe she’s known what she’s been doing all along.

i hear her sing her songs,

i see her cry her tears.

a genuine jewel and a colored gem,

a diamond with many facets.

a sleepy tiger lily,

and a leaning weeping willow.

days to weeks, weeks to months, and months to years.

every second spent daydreaming in that vacant house,

full of tainted and painful memories,

made her mind wander and let her head bloom.

no explanation.

no mix or match of any words, music, or memories

could touch her.

except, the sense of knowing

she was there, alive in that corner of time in the world.

but, it was everything.

everything that spoke to her, every song she heard,

every feeling she felt

moved her, broke her, bathed her,

remade her.