You will learn to love her
If you see through her top-shelf liquor
Lined with velvet and neon lights
Pinning her to the spotlight.
If you see past through her
Michelin dining bills, and
Red sole stilettos clicking on marble.
A girl who cries on the train, who
cooks at midnight for the homeless.
Money was all she got given, so she tried to stay afloat.
But you will learn to love her
When you see her dance in your shirt.
Bat her eyes and tug your sleeves.
Face lit up with an ice cream.
Smelling the wild rose on the fields.
You will learn to love her.
When you see after glitter and champagne.
She will be the faithful one coming home.
Stilettos in hand, not to wake you.
Slipping into your bed.
Kiss you on your cheek
Keeps you warm.
to myself