beautiful

she was beautiful.

not the
lipstick, pink blush sun-kissed
blonde hair, fair skin,
long locks of
golden laughter that
captures every passing man with her
blue eyes kind of
beautiful.

she betrayed
gravity with her
uneven cackles and
short-cut black-dyed
bedhead hairstyle,
dip into your soul and
listen to your worries kind of
coal-colored black eyes,
say what you need to hear
truthful yet cheerful
words whispered through those
bare, soft lips kind of
beautiful,

the kind that emerged fresh from
the insides of the flesh,
awe-inspiring and
jaw-dropping with her
knowing eyes, her
button-down, the complete and utter
disregard for
the sounds of dismay
(after all, who gives a shit
about what they say)
from people with the fear of
accepting that
she was a hero
for living in her own
universe-creating
life-changing
gaze-defying
beautiful way.