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I’ll tell you the story of the girl who looked like the moon, with messy hair and eyes of honey.
How I’d loved her so much I’d have died for her.
I’ll tell you the story of the girl with golden hair and a cherry stained smile,
Soft hands and a voice that sounded like home.
How she drank whiskey straight from the bottle;
And her chapped lips always tasted of cigarettes and heartbreak.
I’ll tell you the story of the girl with a tongue like a box of razor blades, and how I’d always liked to watch myself bleed
The lipstick stains she’d left on my face
A visible attribute of her destructive love.
I’ll tell you how she’d kiss me so hard, I could no longer tell if the air I was breathing was mine or hers.
A love full of old French records and cheap wine.
Marlboros and a room full of promises.
I’ll tell you how She talked about the trees like an old lover,
And books like a long lost best friend
How she was so curious about the universe, the same way I was curious about her;
I guess we both wanted to know more about our world.
I’ll tell you how every time I distanced myself from her heartbeat, I could feel mine stop beating.
I’ll tell you how we’d tip toe around museums barefoot, standing under masterpieces as old as time;
And how even then, I’d be staring at her, wondering who had created the art that she was .
I’ll tell you how I was a book, and she was a full chapter;
How her story had been torn from my seam.
How I didn’t care if her pages had gone missing, I’d memorized each of her words from end to beginning.
My mind a table of contents;
And each line seems to begin with her.
I’ll tell you how the rise and fall of her breathing chest felt like the reason for all good in this world.
How she was the air in my lungs,
And the blood in my veins.
And the saddest part that I’d always known she didn’t belong in my world,
How she deserved to be home with the other planets in the sky
And how even then I’d sit every night, in awe of her.
Writing love letters to her star in the sky,
And being envious of the moon, who’d get to rock her to sleep each night.
indieluhv, “The Story of She” (via wordsnquotes)
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