She is
She is special.
She knows things no one else knows
Or cares
She knows butterflies form from a chrysalis
Everyone else thinks they have cocoons
She smoothes down her hair
The vain little movements she knows are useless
A waste
But she loves them anyway
She can't help but love the useless little things
Combs, flowers, kittens, butterflies.
Not insects. She knows insects are not useless
Not when they're his
She knows combs can be deadly
She knows things that scare her
All these things that scare her and she won't let anyone see
Can't let them know
But what is it that scares her so?
Makes her shiver in her sweater?
She knows what it is
Who it is
But she keeps it a secret
Keeps it hidden in her chest
Like her smile
Thanks to my reviewers!