she puts down her thoughts on paper
hoping no one but someone finds them
he couldn't understand
understand her at all
understand why she left pieces of herself
into characters from marks on paper
he couldn't see
see what he was missing
see what she found
found between the lines of her favourite book
he was blind
but braille couldn't help him
he was deaf
but aids couldn't help him
he was dumb
but signs he couldn't understand
he tried to enter her world
tried to be someone he wasn't
tried to be the boy she wished for
every night
when the clock struck same digits
but he failed
failed at seeing
failed at hearing
failed at letting his emotions out
he had tried to enter her hidden galaxies
to find the pretty stars and constellations
but what he couldn't feel
was the darkness behind all the pretty
a void
which had sucked her away
into a world of no return.
-b
YOU ARE READING
queued thoughts
Poetrymy lips shame of unspoken words. self-written with a sprinkle of inspiration here and there.