her hair kissed her bright pink cheeks and reminded me of how much i wanted to be in the same place as those platinum blonde curls. i longed so much for her, for her whole being.
her jumble mind had me going wild, craving the words that came out of her chapped lips on a chilly night in december while we were watching the stars and drinking some cheap wine.
her hair waved along with the brisk wind, like a butterfly searching for one specific flower and slowly getting lost in a field of blossoms.

"i am captivated by you" is what she told me. i filled her body with wonder and delight and she did the same to me. if i told her, she would think i'm mad, falling for a fragile, scarred girl like her. but i just couldn't resist falling for those gloomy eyes encircled by freckles and dried mascara. but now, i wish i could have told her, because her body lay to rest with those exact same blossoms the butterflies in my stomach were looking for.