Glue

Part 1:

She has long hair, long enough you think it must go on forever. Really it's just past her waste. You see her walking down the street. Her walk so beautiful, not graceful like a dancer but confident. She's in high heels and you can't help but stare as she walks by.

Her breasts almost falling out of the tight lace shirt she wears. Her skirt so short you wonder what you could see if she bent to pick up a fallen object. Of course this isn't what draws your attention. Niether is the cigarette that is gracefully raised to her lips, her full delious lips.

No, it's the look in her eye. Cold as ice, yet molten with disgust and distrust. She looks over her shoulder every so often. Whether to see if she's being followed or just blatant parania you can't be sure. Your scared to be caught staring at her. She's known for quite the temper and words that slice deeper then a butcher's knife. This girl has an attitude.

It's got you scared but intrigued. You can imagine how she'd smell of smoke and mystery. How she'd taste sweet as her obsession with candy but with a tint of something harsh. How her mouth would feel working like a porn star....

But you can't aproach her. You look just a little to close and see beyond the lace on her wrists, beyond the coldness of her eyes. You see pain. You realize this girl doesn't just act crazy, that she's literally insane. So you back off wishing you could help her. Not that you can, after all glue doesn't always hold what's broken.

Part 2:

She has medium length, sun lightened dark hair. You see her dancing in the rain. Her dance is silly, almost as funny as the song she's singing. She's not what you'd call beautful, well at least not on the surface.

She's in some strange skater shoe that catches your eye with the bright colour. Her breasts bounce with her dance but are mostly covered. She's wearing a crazy looking skirt with clashing tights. This isn't the only thing that draws your attention though. Niether is the way her naturally red lip curve into the most brillant smile you've seen.

It's her hazel eyes, alight with joy and bliss. How one second they are blissful, the next disappointed when a friend leaves her for the safety of the indoors. This doesn't stop her good mood for long though. You're scared to talk to her, to bring down her mood. Scared that if you get to close you'll dim her light. But then the song ends, and you look close.

You see the pain, the former life. You can just make out misplaced scars. As she bows, you see the insanity lingering there in her eyes. Though you're not scared off. This girl has no secrets, no shame, and that intrigues you.

But she's broken, to broken to love so you just become her friend. The girl enjoys a friend though she's a reckless flirt and still has a taste for sweets. You wonder what changed, then you realized she's formed her own glue. She's holding together. Some pieces are missing, and that's fine by her. After all it's not like you don't have a few missing pieces.