the pink skirt she's wearing
the pink peonys braided into the 
curls of
her chestnut hair
the pink on her cheeks
and on her lips as she looks at me,
startle me. there's something in her 
eyes when she looks at me, like i'm magical,
but that's her, shimmering in colors
that don't even ******* exist.
there's something magical about her
that brings both chaos and stillness to
my world. she's the still before the 
hurricane,
and the hurricane itself. 

manifest destiny? i'm trying to.