fawn

She was once the girl in the bleachers,

scribbling dreams in the margins,

love songs written in pencil

because nothing felt permanent.

Then she grew into red—

reckless lips, heartbreak anthems,

dancing barefoot in the wreckage

of boys who never stayed.

She became glitter and midnight—

a reputation sharpened

on the edge of her own name,

smiling through the chaos,

a phoenix in sequins.

She softened into folklore,

a cardigan tucked with secrets,

ghost stories whispered

by a heart that had finally learned

that silence, too, can sing.

Now, she stands in every version of herself—

country curls, city lights,

teardrops, champagne problems,

fearless and fragile and feral,

a love story

still being written

in eras only she can name.

comforted me—

I too am a beauty in decay