Look For the Girl With the Broken Smile

Look For The Girl With The Broken Smile

She could be the one with that run away strand of hair, 
bullying the trash-page calm of her face.
She could be the one with the near-illegal anecdotes 
that'd make you want to air-stab yourself.
Or may be if you watch her for just long enough,
She could be both.


Look For The Girl With The Broken Smile.

And look at her too, if you manage to find her.
Look at her with the softness of a blurry hope 
tricked into being 
from across a milky way of unknown.
The kind of hope possible only from across the other end of the room,
from across the other end of your first quavering
'hello!'

Look For The Girl With The Broken Smile.

Look at her like you are ready to pour
over the novellas of misadventure
spun from the shadows of her right cheek,
the rhyme-schemes run down amongst the
wiped-outness of her wrists.
And oh, look at her like you won't
judge her half-orphaned scribbles.
She IS  her stories. Each of them.

All of them.


Look For The Girl With The Broken Smile.

Look at her like you had known love for a while, just not
long enough. And She'll
look back,
even as She looks quite away.
She has been looking away since 

what'sthatdaynow, and
if you find her double-checking her laces or 
dusting some nothing off her knees 
in a puzzled fumble, it's because 

she has managed to forget the exact shade of tender.

She thinks you are looking at her because of 
that incurable awkwardness she carries around. 
'Wanna make you feel beautiful' 

was a lifetime ago, 
see?

Look For The Girl With The Broken Smile.

Look for her because you have a thing for 

beautiful wrecks. (you wouldn't be the only one)

And because she is the  coldgreen moulding 

of the lost warship lodged 
a thousand fathoms under 
a midnight sea.
At least to you she is, at least,

for now...


Look For The Girl with the Broken Smile.

Look for her, because you 

anyway will, because

you cannot 

not. So there.

Look For The Girl with the Broken Smile.

But better still, lose her in the rush.

Because although you’d never realize,

she looks way too much like 

the girl whose smile you 

could not begin to

save. 

She has been,

She has been

loved.