This Girl

She has brown eyes bottomless like the ocean
Filled with loss
Empty at the  same time, and instead
There's no room for you to see the grief
It's just lost somewhere in between this sinkhole
Soul, heart, her

Don't come near, stay put but not close
There's nothing left for you to breathe
For you to steal from her
There's just nothing there
It's ethereal what you might feel you're getting

Get lost in the beautiful curls
Red, light or dark or gold
Melt in those drawn full lips
It's a rollercoaster entrance to a land of pleasures
And afterwards, a calm sea of golden colors
With a cigarrete and a glass of strawberry yogurt

She is a broken house now
No living is possible inside
Growing soft the ground beneath her
Sinking in the mud
Sinking in thoughts of love