There was a girl they knew. She always carried with her a book. Sometimes she smiled with her friends but sometimes she kept quiet and wrote. Sometimes she walked with her head held high but sometimes she walked with her head down while she cried.
People told her she's changed. A lot. They didn't know the story. They kept talking. And talking. But she only smiled. She once left her home and traveled far. People said she ran away. But she just wanted to disappear. She just wanted to be alone with herself.
She's been in love, yes. But it was only temporary. She realized she could never love anyone because she's never loved herself. The smiles she wore were cracked, broken. The books she read were armors, shields. The tears she cried were endless, infinite.
No, she did not change. She was just scared of getting hurt further. So she stopped caring. She stopped being gentle. She learned that when nobody caught you when you fell, you had to learn to fly. But she had no wings. So down she went. She was devastated.
There was a girl they knew. She always carried with her a book. Sometimes she smiled with her friends but sometimes she kept quiet and wrote. Her heart was in tiny slivers, broken. Cracked. And she kept waiting for that someone who will build her back.
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Written Constellations
PoetryA constellation of prose, poetry, and verses spun together for a galaxy of love, life, heartache, and hope.
