She was a lot of things. She was sweet. She was mean. She was afraid, yet so brave. She was wild, but so serene. Her quietude covered her craziness. She was a world of mixes, a universe of contradictories, but she did it so perfectly, with so much elegance. She was neither pretty nor distasteful, just the right amount of beauty to make you fall immensely and completely in love with her. She was the beautiful sky filled with dull gray clouds. She was many things in a world so cruel. But mostly she was hurt, she didn’t know where she belonged. She didn’t know where she stood on the scale of hot to cold. She was one thing and then the next. She wanted to be certain of who she was. She didn’t know the feeling of in between. She was either extraordinarily passionate or distastefully nothing. She just wanted to be something in a world full of nothings. She was many things. But mostly she was just broken.