The One You Never Want but Always Need
The One You Never Want but Always Need
Winter
is that girl you know
who is too much bone,
all hard elbows
and pointed knees,
she never quite sits right
and keeps bruising
your insides.
Her far away eyes
are not to be obtained
even when she pleads
you fear she will only
make you bleed.
A little too pale,
you never quite know
if she is pretty or not quite so;
a touch of the asymmetrical
with wide owl eyes,
an upturned nose,
and lips that could never
say no.
When she smiles it seems
to go on for days,
but there is a little
hard-edge, like knife blades.
She is the one
you know you must give up,
but she whispers your name
and before you can look away
you fall into her embrace,
left cut upon her angles,
only her laughter remains.
Once she has slipped
out the door
you know you will mourn;
dancing in the rain of her wake
when the sun glows
it is to the North
you turn your gaze.