Poetry is my language of choice. There is something so relaxing to me about sitting in the corner booth of a coffee shop and putting whatever thoughts I may have into a poem. Most times my poems come from emotions that I am feeling. They are an expression of things that I cannot say. Sometimes, they are simply words that don't necessarily relate to me but may relate to someone else. This free verse, in particular, is one of those poems. Even though I may not have a personal connection to the words, It is a story that was put onto paper and maybe it was meant to reach someone else. A story of two friends who became strangers. A story of a love that couldn't be. A story of someone who didn't want to be protected. A story of a girl who had to walk away.
Two Strangers Who Used To Be A Song:
A beautiful rose hidden in the shards of a broken vase
He thought his scars would scare her
She admired him from afar
Hidden within the walls of a pastel room
She kept her thoughts on paper
She loved the way he looked in as he walked by
She always waited for him to walk by
Two strangers who would learn to grow close
Two friends who would learn to grow distant
A girl who loved a guy who couldn't love her back
He was perfect in his broken condition
A quaint book she desired to read
He allowed her to read him but would not allow her to interpret his meaning
She always knew his meaning
She longed to be the girl that would show him his worth
He wanted to be the guy to protect her
Protect her from what?
The one thing in this cruel world that she never wanted to be protected from?
She fell long ago but her own insecurities blurred his vision
Her feelings are black ink
invisible in natural light
Long nights disguised in traffic lights spent together
listening to each others pain in the form of lyrics
She never wanted to leave this place
"Can we be these people forever?"
Forever vanished in a matter of time and their souls lost one anothers meaning
The new girl made her grand appearance right when she was ready
Losing her chance was like losing the one thing that she was sure of
He became distant without noticing
She became distant to forget
She told him she had to go, stop talking to the one who's distance was destroying the frail girl that she was
She packed her thoughts and the memories on Polaroids and turned away
Maybe he will never forgive her for those words
Maybe he thought his scars finally scared her
He will never realize that his scars showed her meaning and that her love opened scars of her own
He doesn't know why she said goodbye
She knows a good thing when she sees it and he was that good thing
But watching him love another was cutting skin and morning hangovers
She had to leave to protect herself
From the one thing that she never wanted to be protected from