The Sad Girl: A True StoryThere are a lot of things she is ashamed of;
this girl who was jealous of the boys.
Oh, she didn't know why she was so jealous of the boys.
However, things are always revealed with time.
Her jealousy was shame, red hot like the flickering flame of a candle on a king's wall.
She saw the girls, the pretty girls, with blue eyes like lucky marbles and hair like a sandy beach.
She ran after those girls;
ran in circles to make them happy,
bought them golden things to bring a smile,
told them stories about angels and princes (oh, wasn't she the prince?) just to get up close to them on winter nights.
She once said: If you kiss her cheek when the lights are off, and you both pretend like you're a boy, it's just another game
Doesn't everyone love to play games?
Her best friend her first love smelled like flowers and mayonnaise.
Nobody's perfect; it was cute, in a tomboyish way.
She taught the girl to say "f***" and "a**", and that it was okay to say "oh s***" if you got