sue

sue, was a friend of mine, she was the exact kind of girl that had so much within her tiny, somewhat emaciated exterior. and when I say so much, I mean of everything. of words and images, and heartaches and heartbreaks. of coffee, and rain, of frost and sunshine, of worn out , torn out book pages, of stolen words and stolen glances.

sue, was all.
and I wished I would be a bit, of that all, within her.