About loving disastrous girls

And people always
Made her feel
Like she was
Too complicated
To be loved.

Her eyes were
The color of the earth
But growing flowers
Was too much work.

Like her feelings
Were a forest fire
In the vigorous heat
Of a long summer.

Like her body
Was a flash of lightning
Beautiful to watch
But better left untouched.

And perhaps she was a force
That couldn’t be tamed
But couldn’t that make her
Lovable
Just the same?

-Alisha Soraya