Victoria is sweet like strawberries,
bitter like lemons.
She stares right at the sun and doesn't blink.
She's a bright blue sky and shines like gold,
burns like coal.
Messy hair and heart-shaped sunglasses,
she's heaven on earth, but her fury is a fire of hell.
Victoria and I don't always talk.
Sometimes we just sit and watch the world with all its flaws.
She sees all of the flaws in the world.
Sometimes she forgets the beauty.
Sometimes, she forgets she's beautiful.
Victoria calls me the stupider one,
when she's angry, she says wanting is hopeless in this world.
It's not like I could disagree with her
because Victoria is always right.
Victoria says she doesn't trust me,
but I'm the only one who knows that beneath her perfect smiles,
behind the veil,
she screams and shouts,
cracks glasses against the walls,
her scars are her own.
And her screams are mine,
and her pain is mine.
I keep quiet about that.
Because Victoria makes everything better,
she takes all my anger away.
And she is the sun alone in the sky,
burning so brightly that you can't look away.
