She was my idol

(Writing from a very different perspective tonight.)

She was my idol.
She danced like the stage was named after her.
She would never be caught dead with a pair of pointe shoes.
She moved like a rhythm plugging through her veins,
like she was attached to the club stereo as the lights flashed.

She was my idol.
She was 17 and dating 21.
She snuck out at night, she knew the bushes.
She blinked and the men fell at her feet.
She smiled and the room lit up like a lightning strike.

She was my idol.
She made friends with me even when I was years younger.
She was only human.
She would give you her last drop of water.
She would ask for help perfecting her makeup.

She was my idol.