Speak

[Autumn]
I'm sitting across the room staring at her.
That weird girl, no one talks to her really.
But I wouldn't mind a conversation.
She's quiet, and never ever speaks.
While everyone wonders if she's a psycho;
I wonder what her voice sounds like.
And why those eyes look so pained.
People talk about her all the time.
I guess she ruined a party or something.
They all say she looks like a trainwreck.
....Well I think she looks perfect.

[Winter]
I sit next to her in social studies.
She never talks.
Never a word to anyone.
Her eyes seem emptier now.
I wonder if she's losing herself.
All day, she just stares at the desk.
If a teacher asks her something, shes mute.
Whatever happened over the summer changed her.
I'm determined to find out what it was.
Her hairs a mess, she wears no make up.
But she's still beautiful.

[Spring]
There's a color to her cheeks now.
And she's actually talking to me these days.
Her voice sounds pretty, like shes some sort of siren.
And her eyes have more light.
I ask her why she likes to be alone.
She tells me no one can hurt her this way.
I took her hand, it was cold compared to mine.
It took her by surprise and scared her at first.
But she smiled for the first time and took me by surprise.
She leaned her head on my shoulder and whispered "Thank you."
She's broken, she's hurting, she's lost.
But she's beautiful and infinite in my eyes.

[Summer]
She asked me to drive her somewhere today.
It was a house, and there was a more secluded spot by it.
She told me what had happened to her here.
The way he had taken something so precious to her.
His hands grabbed, and he touched, and took.
Even though she cried out for him to stop, punched, kicked.
My hands gripped the steering wheel, so I couldn't punch anything.
I wanted to wring his neck and beat the crap out of him.
But instead I grabbed her face and kissed her as hard as I could.
I kissed her to make it all go away, her pain, her anger, him.
We both pulled away at the same time, eyes open, staring.
And we stayed that way for a minute, maybe an hour.
Then she smiled; the wonderful blush creeping up and said:
"I love you too."
She's all mine, she's perfect and she's beautiful.
But then again, she always has been.