girl with the paper heart.

i sit in library at school with her

my hands full of scribbled science index cards

and we laugh at how i say the words

and how she never answers right

but when she calls me at night

while i brush my wild hair

she sobs to me about the friend that lashed out

the boy who said he loved her

and how the world never stopped

her heart is paper

and everyone knows how to strike a match

~ yet she still rises from the ashes every day

I have never know a better Phoenix

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s