lily's existence is a scandal.

she is a dreamer. a deep thinker. she is a mystery. a secret keeper. she loves too much. she says too little she feels too much. she expects too little. she is a believer. a friend. a healer. she is a keeper.

strawberries, cherries, and an angel's kiss in spring. she's a whiskey in a teacup inviting you to dessert. you had her at breakfast. she forgot her own name. the neighbors knew yours. they slept thru lunch. it was such a huge argument. rude little goblin, she broke her rules for you.

perfume is the most intense form of memory, and yours is just it, tastes like every dark thought she ever had. the moon in her mind, the reason why stars spill off her lips. the stars you still look up to even when they die.

she was a love letter girl in a double-tap world. she was an open book. you're illiterate looking at her the way all girls wanted to be looked at. and she looked at you, like there was something in you worth looking at. we looked at each other a little too long to be just friends.

how so you.

bet we'd have a really good bed chem.