That Girl

It's funny being that girl.
The girl with tossable hair, dark lashes, and soft lips.
The girl that knows people aren't staring because she has ketchup on her face.
The girl that doesn't forget her homework at home all the time.
The girl that makes jokes people will only laugh at if she tells them.
The girl that teachers are impressed by.
The girl that has more received calls on her phone than missed and dialed combined.
The girl that sticks lime green Post-Its on everything to stay organized.
The girl that knows the lyrics to songs
The girl that doesn't have to get up ten minutes earlier so she can decide what to wear. It comes naturally.
The girl that knows people will listen to her.
The girl that appeared suddenly at homecoming.

Where did she really come from?
"Dancing" with all those "people"

Closing your eyes in the darkness makes the world all the more obscure.
Homecoming was a black hole that thrust that girl who was lost into the other side of herself.
It's a different kind of confidence that you can't
fake
or catch.
It just comes. I guess you just have to stop looking.
After all, the easiest way find your way
is to get lost.

That girl is here to stay.
I hope.