Her eyes

Like my favorite park after in the rain 

Her lips 

Open like a cloudy sky

Her hair

Matted and teased to no end 

She walks down the street 

Wiping her eyes and taking a drag 

The streak lines of her ankles 

All the way up to her thighs 

Commanded the attention 

Of anyone with a pulse 

The ground before her falters 

The cold air brushes her skin like small knives

Teasing at the cuts 

She hugs herself

Like she always does

And walks straight

And she remembers 

Crying on the floor 

Being alone 

Being empty

Not being whole 

And the cliche thoughts that boys and alcohol

And blacked out nights

And bleeding wrists 

And putting her lips around a pipe

Would somehow fill her up 

And she laughs 

And thinks

That it's crazy how time changes things

But even crazier the things it doesnt change at all 

When she was little she'd play with lip stick 

And makeup 

And now its what stains her lips 

And streams down her face 

Because none of these boys think she's beautful 

None of them told her she's a princess 

Like Daddy did 

So she keeps walking 

Blowing clouds into her face 

Holding her head high 

because she's got nothing else