Years ago
I knew a girl who made all the
Right choices
And her hair was braided in two
Perfect plaits
And she sang like an
Angel
And looked like a dream
But her heart was
Cold
And she walked like
A broken runway model
Through old redwoods
Without naming them

So I met a boy
Who made all the wrong choices
And his eyes were
Like fire
And his hands
Were harsh
But he
Touched me
Like diamonds
And he read me
Like words
And when I saw
The messes he made
I smiled at the way I fit inside them