she

she had red hair
and gray blue eyes
porcelain skin
and a beautiful cry
she was five foot two
and didn't paint her nails
when the wind blew
her dresses looked like sails  
I remember almost every
thing about her from my perspective
her lipstick was called poison berries
and she loved to be alive
 
she had two cats
she didn't call pets
she always hated
what that word meant
 
she loved to walk
she sold her car
she loved to talk
about who we are
 
she had a temper
she let it breathe
she'd say it's in our nature
like how a baby teethes
 
she
she  
really
loved me
 
she wore lipstick
called poison berries