She

There’s this girl I know

She likes to stand by her window

You can’t see her, the curtain’s drawn

But if you listen closely, you can hear her

Turn the TV off and then back on.

The neighbors don’t know her name

Because she screams it to them every day

But that doesn’t mean a thing

She’s got nothing real to say.

She’s a million degrees

And she’ll lie through her teeth

When she smiles without batting an eye.

And she says she’s just fine

When it’s too cold outside

And her jacket’s too thin

And she shivers in the wind

But she likes to be alone

So she takes the long way home.

She likes short days, and dark nights

And long lonely roads.

She laughs for no reason

No reason we’ll ever know.

She’s named every cloud

And she knows every star.

She’s got a friend in every house

But there’s no gas in her car.

Her favorite work of art

Is the face in the mirror

With blurred mascara

And long, tangled hair.

If you ask her where she’s going

She never has an answer

If you ask her to come with you

She says she’s already there.

She’s a sea of ripped blue jeans

And broken promises

And missed phone calls

And cracked c.ds.

She’s a sweater full of holes

She is sunshine through the clouds.

She’s shyer than you’d ever know

She cries because she loves the sound.

There are pen marks on her hands

There are bite marks on her fingers.

She smells like rain and dust and sand

And where she walks the perfume lingers.

She’s not clever, though she tries.

She’s not pretty, but she doesn’t mind.

She knows the world is wide.

She knows that life is long.

And she’s waiting right outside

For you to offer her a ride

But she’s going to say no

Because she likes to be alone

So she takes the long way home.

Reviews

[L. Catherine]

It's literally been years since I've even been on this site, but I'm so glad I popped back on and this was the first thing I got to see. Well done, babe.

[Bacchus]

for some reason this reminds me
of the song Meet Virginia by Train
it had that same rhythm and flow
and honesty... I love Train so well done

[Fernando Dardón]

Wow, what a complicated and intrensic woman!!!
I gues I understand some of her soltitude and her need of it. But there are some things I still don't get: Why she would be a sweater full of holes or a sunshine through the clouds? Or, how could she have named every cloud? So that leads me to think that maybe she is not precisely human...
Or maybe you are using metaphores way beyond my comprehention.

Whatever the case, this is totally amazing, and I guess it has some kind of rhythm, just perfect for a song!

PERFECT!!

[Ashley]

Lovely :) Your descriptions are nice and the rhythm of this poem almost feels like a song.

[emily.c.]

this is really beautiful. The descriptions starting from more superficial, or from an outside source and transitioning into a more personal description is really lovely. I liked "She’s got a friend in every house; But there’s no gas in her car." great read