Trouble

Trouble

She was all mandalas
and peace signs, a free
spirit dancing on the
graves of our society.

She was all recreational and shit,
she was the kind of music that
injected euphoria into your soul.

She was all pierced tongue
and piercing eyes that
would crash land you into
a sea of exhilarating trouble.

She was all smiles and swear
words, but she was unapologetic
about the way that she loved.

She was all me, until she wasn’t.