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So pretty
She is golden in your eyes,
Bronzed skin, curved and crafted like the works of the ancients you read about in book,
Eyes a brilliant Amber
like the whiskey you snuck from the liquor cabinet
(you loved the burn)
Her hair twists, curls, and coils
Raising towards the heavens in defiance
You believed that she lived to touch the gods.
She looks like every aesthetic post you saw online and craved to be
A visionary concept to be devoured against citrus palettes and whimsical flowers
She is what you imagined when you first heard “Black Girl Magic”
So smart
She responses to every attempt to belittle her with an effortless ease.
“There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.”
(Jane Austen probably dreamt of her
Elizabeth Bennet was a poor imitation)
Her words smooth like silk
The poor victim never notices the bite till much later
She isn't one to suffer fools
Yet she entertains your curiosity
You spend hours searching for the questions she can't answer.
Hoping that once she’ll stumble,
Tongue tied and lost
She will no longer be ethereal in your eyes
A faulty human just like you.
(you fail)
You never notice that her answers were never really answers at all.
It's alarming honestly, how charming she can be
You curse yourself at night
You believe it's foolish to worship another being.
You take no stalk in god.
But something about her sings divinity.
You watch as she enchants every soul that crosses her way.
So thankful to not be alone in your ridiculous idolization.
Even the bitter and the mean look her way.
She is truly a sight to behold.
You continue to curse yourself at night
Fooling everyone, telling them she’s having fun
It's late and she is holding court
You always did enjoy a good party
And the summer never failed to deliver
The place is crowded but she’s never content to stay in one place.
So she roams
You watch as she greets everyone
a smile, a hug, a kiss
She holds small conversations but continues to move.
When you meet back up, you’re at that sweet spot where everything makes you giggle
She smiles indulgently and cracks terrible jokes.
In a fit, you bend over hysterical
Tears in your eyes
Your stomach cramps in laughter
You miss the way her visage changes solemnly
You have never been happier
Live fast
You discover her reckless streak one fall night.
You enjoy the comfort of autumn
How the vivaciousness of summer yellows and pinks calm to orange and brown.
The sweet middle in between the sweltering heat of summer and the deep freeze of winter
That night was freezing
you’ve never been a big fan of the cold.
Your blood pumps in your veins
your lungs burn,
You still feel the chill down to your bones
Wasn't adrenaline supposed to deal with this?
So at this point, fuck autumn.
She grins as she breathes heavily
Delirious in her success
For the first time you consider hitting her.
What happened breaks the careful guidelines you set for yourself
Your paranoia is a learned trait
But a little trouble always brings the best lessons
So why not?
You laugh as well.
Die young, bad girls do it well
When you get the news you grieve,
denial,
anger,
bargaining,
depression
acceptance
Somewhat.
You find that it cycles.
Denial,
Anger,
Bargaining
Acceptance
Denial
Bargaining
Anger
depressionacceptancedenialacceptanceangerbargainingdepressionacceptanceangeracceptance
The idea of anything being linear is bullshit.
Especially pertaining to human emotion
But the acceptance is always there.
Was always there
So pretty, so smart
“The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!”
You read Wuthering Heights out of pretentiousness
Anyone of high intellect knew the classics
You hated it.
(It's doesn't stop you from finding honesty in Heathcliff mournful proclamation)
Such a waste...
You have a toxic love for nostalgia
The way it bubbles in you chest and blankets heavily on your mind.
You wonder if that's what sparked your love for her.
The idea that she will one day be a bittersweet memory
You knew deep in your sinews that a happy ending was never in hers.
You sit at her funeral as this thought settles over your heart
Her loved ones wail and shake their heads
They have yet to make sense of it.
Her father shakes.
You wonder if it's the sorrow or the anger.
But it's her mother that holds your attention.
She is her daughter’s spitting image.
Age has taken her recklessness
Its left the beauty.
Her posture is perfect as she clutches the hand of her husband
Her face is devoid of any emotion
Her eyes seem hollow
The other attendees will forever murmur about her strength in the face this nightmare.
You wonder if she always knew the truth you are now discovering.
Saw the end at the beginning
If the acceptance feels more familiar than the melancholy as well
For once you keep you questions to yourself
You say your goodbyes.
...of a young heart.
Songs used:
- Satellite Heart - Anya Marina
- Carmen - Lana del Rey
- Bad Girls - M.I.A
Books quoted:
- Pride and Prejudiece - Jane Austen
- Wuthering Heights - Emily Brontë