"I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls.."
I know she considers her middle school badge lucky.
I know that she has a burn scar near her ankle and it had troubled her quite a bit.I know her wrist supported a rather ugly black titan watch,that she preferred over all others,for most of her senior years at school and preserved the pieces after it broke.
I know she's allergic to chalk.
I know she cannot tell the shades of different colours apart.
I know she hearts stormy weathers.
I know that she idolized Einstein.
I know that she's rather bad at writing letters and no matter how much I ask her not to ramble, she still will.
I know she cried in the corridors.
I know that its rather difficult to tell her laughter and crying apart.
I know that had she been a word, it would be- Renaissance.
I know she's awake no matter what time of the night I call her, tongue wrestling the voices in her head.I know she knows I believe them to be kiddish.I know she hates me for that.
I know she secretly believes Red and Blue to be conspiring against her existence.
I know that she would back me up on every weird idea I possess.
I know she can mix sauce with everything edible on the planet.
I know shes on the wrong planet.
I know that she tried hiding her frost bitten fingers at school and was amazingly successful at it.
I know she strangely wakes up to receive my calls at night even when the phones been on the silent mode.
I know how much she loved Westlife and how she grew out of it.
I know she can listen to 'she will be loved', over and over again and never get the least tired.
I know she lost her faith in god in tenth grade.
I know that her hazel eyes hide more than just secrets.
I know she'd never compromise with her standards.
I know that she stealthily applys Kohl.
I know that she burns things to convince herself they don't matter any longer.I know they still do.
I know she secretly fears loneliness.
I know that she's never come even distantly close to hating him even though she said she did.
I know that the lucky ass that would get her, would never be good enough for her.
I know she had a fringe during her junior years.
I know she wakes up after every hour at night.
I know that she worries about her looks.
I know how much the word 'lame' bugs her.
I know that she loves me but would rather swallow a fly than admit it.
I know she gets nervous alot.
I know her handwriting smells of smoke and sea.Its my synonym for familiarity.
I know she eats coffee powder as an act of repentance.
I know that she can brush her teeth over and over again through the day.
I know perfect endings don't seem to convince her.
I know her.
I had known her.
Suddenly I'm not so sure.
