She was real
I swear to you she was real
She was flesh and bone
She was a bleeding heart
She was a book stained in ink from a broken pen
She wore her scars
like soldiers wore armor to war
She was strong and prideful
She had a soul plagued by callouses
But she was real
I mean, she wasn't entirely sane
She was twisted from battle wounds
She was chaotic, in a good way
She had wild fires burning in her eyes
She had a hurricane in her mind
but she managed to be kind
How in the world she could laugh at times
when her being was being torn apart
is a mysterious miracle in itself
She was the middle finger and a foul word
Because she didn't believe in a magic-less world
Because even when you told her it was impossible
She did it anyway
She was love in all its pureness
She was the twinkling star in the distance
That was only a giant planet circling its own universe
She was as great as the great ones before her
She was anything but rehearsed
She was the kind of uniqueness
You can only read in books
because even though she couldn't fly
She believed she could
and that is what separated her from the rest
She was a window made of stained glass
'Cause when the light shone through her
She created colors we had never seen
Or could ever hope to replicate
She was the shoulder you needed
When the world brought you to your knees
And you could do nothing but let yourself cry
She was the right girl
in the wrong kind of place
Because all she ever knew how to do
was break the rules
In a place you had to ask permission to live
She was the cold breeze
On lonely December nights
She was the tree that fell in the middle of the woods
No one was around
But I promise you
She did make a sound
She was a storm you could see
But you could never comprehend
She was a beautiful melody
Always played on the wrong key
But she was real
I swear to you she was real
It was only a mistuned violin
Because even though she was broken
The cracks were sealed
She was unsinkable
But alas, she was only a ghost
A faded smile
You sort of remember
But can never place