Ode to Jacket Girl
Isabella Acaster
Isabella Acaster
I think of you when I read my horoscopes
And I see you, laughing.
That stupid dopey grin on your face when
-if-
you ever found this out.
I hear you in my music
All of it.
You're singing it this time
now its about you
and now you hate it and you’re telling me as such.
And I know, I know,
You hate country
and every time I find the lyrics talking about you again
I stifle a laugh
remembering that
I think of you when I get dressed
Its too hot for me already today
but you always run cold
and I'll never forgive myself for having no jacket that time in the park
So ill suffer through the sweat
the extra perfume on the collar,
that one you liked
should cover it for the most anyway.
I think of you when I look at people
look at their eyes
If what they say about the eyes being windows to the soul is true
You’re just as beautiful inside as out
Every pair of eyes turns to yours,
that one time on the couch,
and no conversation is more important that living that memory
my own personal forever.
I replay moments to get me through slow days
even memories that haven’t happened yet
just in my head
so even on the bad days
in my mind I’m having a good time with you
I think of you when I read my horoscopes
I never used to believe in this stuff you know
I still don't, really
Especially when it’s not what I want, when its not us
But still I check,
an excuse to talk to you
an excuse to show I care
and I do
I care for you
Jacket Girl
And I see you, laughing.
That stupid dopey grin on your face when
-if-
you ever found this out.
I hear you in my music
All of it.
You're singing it this time
now its about you
and now you hate it and you’re telling me as such.
And I know, I know,
You hate country
and every time I find the lyrics talking about you again
I stifle a laugh
remembering that
I think of you when I get dressed
Its too hot for me already today
but you always run cold
and I'll never forgive myself for having no jacket that time in the park
So ill suffer through the sweat
the extra perfume on the collar,
that one you liked
should cover it for the most anyway.
I think of you when I look at people
look at their eyes
If what they say about the eyes being windows to the soul is true
You’re just as beautiful inside as out
Every pair of eyes turns to yours,
that one time on the couch,
and no conversation is more important that living that memory
my own personal forever.
I replay moments to get me through slow days
even memories that haven’t happened yet
just in my head
so even on the bad days
in my mind I’m having a good time with you
I think of you when I read my horoscopes
I never used to believe in this stuff you know
I still don't, really
Especially when it’s not what I want, when its not us
But still I check,
an excuse to talk to you
an excuse to show I care
and I do
I care for you
Jacket Girl
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The writer is in her final year of school. She hopes she never falls out of love with writing.
The writer is in her final year of school. She hopes she never falls out of love with writing.