She

She very proudly told me that she was toxic.
She just as proudly told me she loved it that way, 
her smile framed in the light of those green eyes, 
deep, 
enticing.

I believed her, 
it was written all over her face, 
radiating out of her smile. 

Then she almost started to cry talking about her life, 
and then, 
those same eyes, 
once blazing with confidence, 
began to fill with tears.

Then, 
I knew she was still a little girl, 
and those blazing eyes, 
if allowed, 
would cry, 
until she, 
had no tears left. 


T.S. Deary 
2/23 - 8/23