Your Best American Girl - Mitski

Everything had changed, she had changed. She had gotten a taste of the night that you knew all too well. It was unbearable to watch, so you did what you did best and fought by her side. You let her turn into the ever-burning sun with so much to do, while you felt you had nothing ahead of yourself.

You tried to be her best topside girl, but everyone’s glances showed that you could never truly be that. Whenever you tried, her father gave you those harsh looks, clearly he didn’t approve of how yours raised you.

Still, you convinced yourself that you could be her moon, but in truth, you weren’t even a star. She realized it, too, when it came to a showdown between you, her, and her enemy, your sister. You had her right where you needed her, but then you hesitated, memories flooding back to you. Powder.

The moment passed, and it was too late, some kid had jumped in to protect her. But that didn’t stop Cait, she had the perfect aim, as always. Yet you didn’t let her take the shot; the chance of her missing was too high. By the time you pushed down her weapon, everything was already too late, they were gone.

“What’s wrong with you…?” You whispered in shock. “I keep letting myself believe you’re different… but you’re not.” Her voice was so bitter it hurt, and after those words, she walked past you. “It’s her blood in your veins.” She practically spat the words over her shoulder. At that, a surge of anger rushed through you. “Then why are you the one acting like her?” You hissed, grabbing her arm to try to hold her back.

You thought you’d gotten her back to clear thinking, but the strike from the back of her gun into your stomach proved you wrong. You stumbled back, looking at her with so much pain. Regret was clear on her face - you were all she ever wanted - but it was too late. As you hit the floor, she turned and began to climb the stairs.