The Journal

TWO

Her Daydreams on Shuffle

How does it feel to be the art and inspiration?
Is it hard to be someone's poem in this generation?
She only felt it in her imagination.
And even from afar, she felt admiration.

Too young to fall in love,
Loose and carefree like a dove.
How nice it is to experience,
A fluttery feeling during adolescence.

"This scene feels like what I once saw on the screen",
She was so immersed that no one intervened.
Fictional character in a romance-themed,
Flash and shimmer suddenly gleamed.

Inside her stomach is fluttering,
Or is it perhaps another emotion concealing?
Random thoughts in her head kept flashing,
She then stared blankly at the ceiling.

Call it what you want,
But, she is the type of girl who's blunt.
If you would ask her if life was a movie,
She'd rather be behind the scenes where no one can see.

Will she be able to wait patiently?
For someone to be her poet willingly.
Currently, she's listening to the song named "betty",
A piece of music she can relate to subtly.

If I were to describe what she's gone through,
A playlist will tell a story that is nothing new.
"It's okay to fake it, till you make it",
A blind optimism she's trying to quit.

"This is the last time I'll ever call you babe",
Her imagination doesn't seem to behave.
Now her emotion goes like a wave,
Must be because of the affection she once craved.

"How did I go from growing up to breaking down?",
Lyrics that made her heart pound.
All she heard was this sound,
She sobbed until she felt drowned.

"I'm getting tired even for a phoenix",
Lines that felt like she was in a helix.
Daydreams and reality getting mixed,
A mindset she's trying to fix.

"I say I don't want that, but what if I do?"
Who can see her right through?
Sometimes you just don't know the answer,
All she had to do was go back to December.

"The idea you had of me, who was she?"
A girl in combat who's ready?
Then maybe we got lost in translation,
Cause none of it was true information.

For how long?
How long could we be a sad song?
"Till we're too far gone to bring back to life?"
Constant contemplation always turns into strife.

Criticized those who have fallen,
Perhaps it felt like her freedom was stolen.
The girl in this scene is just like Dorothea back then,
For someone is there, whom she can come back to at eleven.

"That was the night I nearly lost you", she uttered.
All this time, her friend was bothered.
"You can always talk to me", the response she considered.
Now, she's talking to her at night shattered.

Teardrops on her guitar,
Everything has changed so far.
Seems like someone drew stars,
All around her scars.

"I've never seen someone lit from within",
A view she was hoping to see after all she's been.
How nice it is to meet her someday,
A version of herself that went through a getaway.

If you're wondering where is she,
The answer will be, "Right where you left me".
Calmly sipping her ice-cold coffee,
Writing this poem you're reading currently.