Had Her Where She Wanted Me
She was such an onion eyed girl.
She smiled at me, through all those tears. She smiled sunshine at me, while the rain pounded on the window like it resented not being invited in.
She whispered songs in my ears when my ipod went dead. She told me the plots of new movies when we couldn’t figure out how to download them illegally.
She cried like it was her last birthday, like she’d just fallen in love, or been hurt for the first time.