She was troubled. Her own enemy. Nothing in this world could bring her down the way she could.
I can see how she tried. She’s conflicted. Terrified that every move is the wrong one.
I look at her when she thinks I’m not paying attention.
I see her shift when she says something, how she laughs at herself.
She’s always sighing. Big, long sighs.
She told me her mind spins and spins and spins.. she never gets a moment of peace.
I want to love her. She’s blind to her good qualities but I am not.