There is this girl
She lives near by
She doesn’t talk much
She writes little notes and leave them outside my door
I hear her walking silently away
I read them
She paints sometimes, her fingertips catching rainbows and traces them on worn out paper
I see her looking out her window at night
moonlight dresses her silhouette
she lights a cigarette
she’s so still
I hear her whisper “I could never write that kind of poetry that would make it in a book..
I could never create a masterpiece.. I could never....”
Then goes silent
I often wonder where she goes when she falls asleep, where she goes when she dreams
That I haven’t been completely honest with you
I’m sorry I didn’t care about your body as I should
I’m sorry I fed you lies
I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you more carefully
You almost believed the monsters in your head was real
But you know better, don’t you?
when life throws you down
you fight to get back on your feet -when it hurts, You hurt back.
But those monsters aren’t real,
so what can it be ?
The way poetry flow out of you
The way you write
The way you hold the brush in your hand and colour those papers
The way you try not to lose your soul to ordinary life
But who are you behind everything you do?
Behind your sacrifices
Who are you behind everything that you let me see?
Just keep writing
Don’t hide your colours
Also don’t give everything away either
Don’t open up too much
Be silent like always
And now that you know this
Don’t let anyone see my little note
Let me rip this page apart ; To that girl who leave poetry outside my door-
me --- .
. in frame and words @autumncoffees
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