She was beautiful;
intelligent and witty,
and a tad bit giddy.
Her ideologies were wonderful.
She was traveling with a book when I met her.
She was a bookworm and I was a lame with cool tendencies
and we tended to be
on the square within the same circles together.
She was beautiful – radiant skin, brilliant pearl white teeth, and pretty feet.
I thought she was a vegan, I noticed she didn’t eat meat;
she would have a soup or a salad whenever we would meet.
How did I not notice, she was preoccupied with her shape & weight amid her cuteness?
I guess; I was preoccupied with her beautiful mind and her cuteness.
She was beautiful – and bulimic; I never knew bulimia distorted her mental acuteness.
–@StevieStreets | from THE SEMICOLON COLLECTION: She Was Beautiful
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