She was a lie.

There once was a girl who knew how to kiss with her toes and dance with her lips. She sang to the rain clouds and preached to the oak trees. Her face was like magic, her body a dream.
The words she typed on her literary piano, the rhythms she produced with her every breath, the dreams she dreamed when no one was looking, the way she whispered His name, the look on her face when her kitten died, the dress she wore to His wedding, the cuts on her body that never quite healed, the lies of her soul that were never revealed...

There once was a girl who let go of it all, closed her embroidered curtains, let out a sigh, and said good bye.