What she loved most was pretending that her life was not
profane.
She would smirk at me
most days
in the morning
she would pretend not to drink coffee, not to swear, not to be the girl she was
she was clean, in her mind
never tainted, the way she she spoke to me
glaringMOCKINGlaughing
but she was a broken broken thing
pursing her lips together and always looking so sophisticated in blonde
I love her and I hate her
I want her to fight back
I want her to leave the room and know Grace.

but she's so cold in her state.