I screamed into the phone, “You will never find any one like me!”
I hurled the curse with such force that he agreed.
And a part of me feels like it came true.
There is no one like that girl.
She no longer exists.
Where the softness lies hidden daggers.
And the smiles mask angst.
The change is apparent. The cynicism lies beyond the facade.
The idealism modified to something else entirely.
She cannot settle behind a concept invented by men to sell nylons, or a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed.
Sure, she still believes it’s real. But it’s now something beyond herself and the void she used it to fill.
What she said was still true. She’ll never it back.
Because with it came the lesson that changed her.