her hair was blonde and wavy
she would wear it down
and run her hands through it,
like clockwork
her smile was bright
it came just as often as her laugh,
also luminous
like a starry sky
her skin was soft,
her eyes blue,
her cheeks full,
and her lips pink
she graced a room with her presence,
her enthusiasm,
her wit,
and her smile
she stood up for her beliefs
and protected her friends
she was a fantastic gift giver
and an excitable partner
she gave often,
took rarely,
lifted up those around her,
and never stopped loving
all the while,
she was fighting a losing battle;
one with herself,
in the comfort of her own head
she bore the battle scars
on her legs, wrists, and hips
she hid them with her smile
and that ever so frequent laugh
she could not explain
why she, a girl with such promise,
felt like rotting wood
and cracked pavement
she could not,
and would not,
come to terms
with her withering state
no longer believing in herself,
she succumbed,
broken and fearful,
and left her body
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
her hair was blonde and wavy
she would wear it down
and run her hands through it,
like clockwork
her smile was bright
it came just as often as her laugh,
also luminous
like a starry sky
her skin was soft,
her eyes blue,
her cheeks full,
and her lips pink
she graced a room with her presence,
her enthusiasm,
her wit,
and her smile
she stood up for her beliefs
and protected her friends
she was a fantastic gift giver
and an excitable partner
she gave often,
took rarely,
lifted up those around her,
and never stopped loving
all the while,
she was fighting a losing battle;
one with herself,
in the comfort of her own head
she bore the battle scars
on her legs, wrists, and hips
she hid them with her smile
and that ever so frequent laugh
she could not explain
why she, a girl with such promise,
felt like rotting wood
and cracked pavement
she could not,
and would not,
come to terms
with her withering state
no longer believing in herself,
she succumbed,
broken and fearful,
and left her body
