Becky

no such thing as a two dimensional personality.

Her name was Becky and
she played the viola
(and I heard
she played boys
as well).

Her slate eyes were the
only windows
that revealed the raincloud
lingering over her head,

a storm she hid from
everyone else

(she didn't know
girls like me
existed)

and while other people
looked at her and saw
"fuck me"
written across her breasts

I just saw a painting
running with rainwater

Her name was Becky
and nobody else knew that