There was this girl
holding everything close
playing poker with her life
but she would say
exactly what you wanted
exactly what you needed

She never spoke
of the pain buried deep
in the past, in the backyard
or the secrets
of a torn-apart family
hidden in the living room

There was this girl
who was ordinary
but beautiful when she cried
at the happy endings
at the life she didn't have
without any jealousy

She never spoke
the confessions from behind
or the paperclip heart, broken
like a toy on the floor
like that light bulb
beneath it all