Her Trade

[mystery_to_you]

Her boyfriends met her with roses
She left them with confusion
Her family gave her affection
She gave them something to think about
Her makeup gave her somewhere to hide
I suppose she gave it a nice home
Her teachers gave her warm smiles
She gave them thoughtful answers, tinged with the blackest of sarcasm
Her books gave her another reality
She treasured them, and gave them others as company.
Her strangers awkwardly smiled as they walked by
She smiled at them, with a hint of amusement sparkling at the edge of her eyes
Her laptop and notebooks gave her a form of self expression
She gave them more insightful thoughts than any philosophy professor could gather
Her enemies ignored her, fiercely
She glared at them, burning through their few layers, and then smirked
Her thoughts gave her inspiration, wonderment, and depression
She gave them food, and a place to grow, multiply, and flourish
Her friends gave her comfort
She gave them more than she gave most, a stable and passionately loyal comrade

Her boyfriends met her with roses
She left them with confusion.