Back to the days of my little red wagon,
I was strong and once sleighed a ******* dragon
My heart was broken over losing my toys,
Not because of cootied boys
I brewed special potions
And fought my friends in slow motion
Cuts and bruises were healed with a kiss,
This was a time full of magic and bliss

The distinct click-clack of rustic red leather cowboy boots were what first captured my attention. She had her nose in a well-worn book as she shuffled down the parkway to a bench. As she turned the page, I could see an indentation of her fingers on the cover. Although she must have poured through the pages numerous times, she was chewing on her slightly plump lips as if she wasn't sure what fate were to become of her favorite character. The frames of her glasses were not intentionally big, but appeared bulky due to her small stature. The black lenses would occasionally slide down her sun-kissed nose but would soon be readjusted without notice. Her skin was pale enough that her old and slightly frayed jeans must surely still stain her legs blue. As I was about to tear my eyes away from her innocent demeanor, a slight breeze rustled through her kinked long hair exposing a symbol of defiance inked in the form of an animal between her shoulder blades. Her presence was a foreign pleasantry.

As I hear the rain outside my window, I remember how you can't sleep alone when it's stormy. I pray you are tossing.

Sour elixir stains your lips
Head buzzing, body numbing
Another kiss with the bottle;
Becoming more friendly as the night goes on.

"So this is what it's like?" Her voice matched her eyes: soft and innocent.
She clasped her hands together tightly in attempt to hide the tremors.
Her normally flushed cheeks were as pale as her white knuckles.
I wanted to caress her, tell her I was sorry.
My jaw opened, but immediately closed.
Neither of us had anything else to say. We both had all of our answers.
I fought myself to not entangle my fingers into hers.
I knew her now corpse-like hands would be too realistic to hold.
A once tangled triangle now remains a single line.
My eyes flashed up to meet her watery oceans.
I would always love her.
Our heads bowed down to peer back into the coffin where not only my best friend would forever rest, but also all of her love.