She walked into a room of roughly eighty new humans, and spent the
first five minutes trying to chalk out a plan in order to make a good first
impression because she doesn’t want them to know how new faces
scare her. She’s that girl, who shivers at the thought of making new
acquaintances, but five minutes in and she vibes like it’s always been
her thing. She’s that girl, who knows everyone, but resorts to a particular
person when she needs to put her trust in a safe place.
She’s like clay, molds herself into handling situations, which people
often mistake for a pseudo-being. She’s that girl who sails through an
ocean and lets her faith anchor her soul. She’s the girl who refuses to
believe it when told she’s beautiful, but every once in a while, looks into
the mirror, and admires her smile along with the scars her battles have
left her, for they remind her of every time she’s won.
She’s the girl that everyone knows, but very few admire. The ones who
do, know depths she’s drowned in, as well as the skies she’s kissed.
She is the girl who everyone thinks, drowns her sorrows in cigarette
drags and sips of Hennessey, blending with contrasting humans every
day. But she, smiles at every tag given to her, for she knows her raw self
and that’s all that’s ever made a difference to her.
She’s the casket when people need their secrets concealed. She turns
to paper when she needs her sentiments to stay undisclosed.
She has a lot of friends, but a quaint chosen family. She talks to a lot of
mouths, but has one safe haven.
She’s the girl who finds comfort within four walls, where she is herself, in
its entirety. She isn’t judged by the walls, or the ghost that she lays her
trust in. She is an organised mess, the calmness in someone’s chaotic
world. She’s aware of every time she’s messed up and if it’s a five on
ten, she knows she has to stop when it turns into a nine.
She’s the girl who’s been in and out of love, who has hurt and has been
hurt. She isn’t perfect, nowhere close, but she sews her flaws into a
beautiful story that she drapes around her body and flaunts it with
She’s a lot of things, she loves with everything she has, she gets hurt
only to forgive but never forget. Finally, she’s the human whose trust
when shattered, will walk away leaving you wondering why you chose to
let her tears touch the ground in the first place.
Art by : Irina Kruglova