We're not beautifulWe're not beautiful6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The color red reminds me of two summers ago when this whole story finally began.
You would stand outside my house and wait for me to notice you existed.
You made me cry because you took the time to listen when I didn't want you to see.
you wrote my name. You spoke my name.
Those were the days I believed I was magic.
Street lights remind me of times I was scared to death, running away from my house
at 3 am for a boy I wasn't sure was worth the risk.
You were afraid too, but I needed you to be stronger.
I followed behind you down the street as you played your guitar to sleeping houses
and a foolish girl.
Scattered rocks remind me of the time I threw them at your window, cause I knew you were inside with her.
I screamed at the top of my lungs that I hated you both and then drove away.
Those were the days I knew I cared.
The dirt under my fingernails reminds me of the night you drew a heart in the ground
and you assumed I knew it was for me.
I remember those notes, one a day for