I think of her every night.
I lean against the wall.
I stare up at the ceiling or sky even though, I'm really looking into my heart.
I love her so much but, I have to wonder.
Could she bear my never-ending smile? Could she bare the cross I wear everyday?
We've been together since we've made that playground oath.
I was there hungry and alone. I went there to eat my beef sandwich in peace.
I asked her if I was pretty? I answered with "I don't know because I can't see you".
She stepped forward into the light. I couldn't help notice her violet hair and her sweet lips despite the stitches running through them.
I saw the singed cross on her face. I saw someone lost and afraid of herself just as I once was.
Despite my frustrations, I thought a fallen angel had came. Despite my loneliness, I thought I wanted to be this girl's friend.
After sharing our woes and rants against our hateful society, we shared a beef sandwich.
I didn't know it at the time.
We were going to be partners-in