The Girl Who Wasn't
a poem
There’s this girl, or maybe not
who’s to tell, I’d never thought
one so pure and bright and clean
could hide herself in so much mean
most dangerous person I know
but there’s a part that hardly shows
within her gorgeous broken heart
a golden light—the brightest dark
she might not even be a girl
told me this in their own words
who’s to know, who’s to say
I’ll just love them either way
