You admire a woman who draws silent attention. You notice her without realizing. She's a badass with a good heart.. soft but strong. Unapologetic and honest. A girl unburdened, Ivy had long abandoned her shame and modesty knowing she couldn't possibly please everyone. She had drive and passion. she knew exactly what she wanted and did something about it. Ivy is gracefully insane and somehow her imperfections made her perfect.
I first met Ivy six years ago, she read me like a book. Though she wasn't judging me, she triggered my inner conscious. In the overcrowded streets, Ivy brought out the silent storm in me. She knew wherever there were dark sky and wild winds lied a truth. and that is all she ever wanted, for everyone around her to embrace their storms and make them fall in love with their own violent winds.
She herself was like a drug. He got high off her laugh. Addicted to her smile. Eugene couldn't get enough of her. All at once they were madly, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other but for Ivy that wasn't enough. She admitted he had a little madness but she didn't care; she was magic and he was on edge. Robin was Ivy's creation, his image, his eager mind. Ivy did it all. she inspired him and with clean hands and a dirty mind, he struggles with sober thoughts as his thinking sinks into a pool of liquor.
this sweet taste was smoke
She sat on the rooftop
We sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning
Ivy walked away thinking id follow..
she goes a week at a time without sleeping, her insomnia is like being jacked up on uppers all night without any of the fun.
a secret keeper. lover of the night. and in the night is where I always met her