She is sunshine and rain in one.
Her smile could light up any darkness,
Except the one her sadness creates.
She is plants on the veranda,
And smoke turning the afternoon sun a blood red.
She is your favourite book with the corners folded,
And the stuffed bear from your childhood that you still keep on your bed.
She is the grazed knees of childhood,
And river water on sunburnt shoulders.
She is sunshine.
She is tears shed in the corner of a coffee shop,
And fingers rubbing eyes under glasses.
She is panic attacks in parks,
And 10 cents short for the bus ticket home.
She is the death of an admired celebrity discovered over Facebook,
And the crash of your first car.
She is rain.
She lights candles all around her,
In attempts to relight the burning flame inside her,
That he put out when he left.
She loses herself in books where the girl always gets her guy,
Even in times when love shouldn’t matter.
She fights and screams but only to reclaim
A small amount of control of her life.
She is a girl left behind,
And a friend who deserves more time than she is given.
She is a bike ride I keep meaning to go on.
She is a book I should have continued months ago.
She is a half empty journal that I’ve had for years,
But keep replacing when there is no need.
She is a plant in a pot too small,
She is ready to move on to bigger things.