People
She speaks to me fondly of what she has loved,
interests and desires,
heartaches and memories.
When she does you can see the smallest twinkle in her eyes.
Then she apologizes for talking too much.
Blushes fiercely, and becomes quiet, placid.
As if she's closing in on herself.
Because someone,
somewhere,
made her discouraged
told her,
showed her!
That they couldn't care less, about her thoughts, or just how fiercely she was able to love.
So she stopped
and because of that one person,
who ruined her hope,
and left her in permanent dismay.
We will never get to see the way her heart unfolds.
Mimicking a set of butterfly wings, ready to pour out her soul.
Never get to see the dimples that are burrowed into her cheeks.
Never get to see the pure vulnerability that lies within her eyes.
Never get to see the slow smile that creeps onto her face.
We will never get to enjoy her expressions
as she rambles on about what she loves.
We will never be able to experience her in her purest form.
I wish that over time she would become as she once was.
But once you break a heart
there is nothing left to give or receive love.
She didn't start off broken
time and people made her that way.
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shout out to h_n_d_1303 for convincing me to write this book
I know this is a boring way to start off but stick around for more
until next time
bye my lovely's
YOU ARE READING
Meraki
PoetryWARNING: slightly/extremely cringy poems I wrote in 7th and 8th grade so be prepared let the notes carry you away to a far away land where your thoughts can stray keep your head above the water, even when you feel like drowning depressing, happy, a...
