For the girl with slant eyes and a fake smile

She was beautiful
but not like in the movies
or billboards and magazines
she was beautiful
in the way her hair
went with the wind
she was beautiful
in the way he held her hand
she was beautiful
in the way she subtly
hid herself
behind her smile
like she forced it


She was beautiful
like she doesn't belong here
she looked like the moon
when it is weeping for the sun
she was cool ocean breeze
bruising the shore line
eroding the sand
she was beautiful in her walk
in her speech
she was beautiful in her self
in the way she spoke
like she didn't want to raise her voice
like she was afraid to be heard

I have spent nights in bed
dreaming of her
dreaming of her laugh out loud
to his whispers at night in bed
i have imagined
how she would smile
even when he is being a dick
how she would part her legs
to let him in
to keep him in her
before he walks away

she was beautiful
but not in the way girls are
she was beautiful
in the way evil is
intriguingly interesting
she was beautiful
in the way she could always
wrap people around her finger.