Sweatshirt

She’s the kind of girl who smiles too little,

and loves too much.

You can find her asleep over her favorite book at 2am,

and wearing a sweatshirt that use to be yours.

People say she could prettier,

and popular if she ditched the glasses.

And the worn sweatshirt.

But she doesn’t.

You can find her sitting on her window seat,

wishing on clouds.

And wearing the sweatshirt that use to be yours.

The people are wrong,

because she is beautiful with the sky reflected in her eyes.

Smelling like lavender and smiling.

And wearing the sweatshirt that use to be yours.

Nothing is prettier.

Because she is the kind of girl you find in library corners,

And tucked away on park benches.

She is the kind of girl who wears sweatshirts and stares at the sky.

And she is beautiful.

~M.W.