Words are weird.
They allow us to communicate.
We can identify voices.
We can say what we mean,
Or we could lie if we wanted to.
If our words aren't working,
We have tears instead.
Words flow in different ways.
Sometimes it's more rough,
Like when you've had your heart broken,
Or if you've fallen down.
Or they could be more smooth,
Like when you get a good grade on a test,
Like if you've made a new friend,
Or things went your way.
People nod at our words.
But, words can't always convey
What we mean.
If the person isn't open to listening,
They can nod all they want,
They can say they get it,
But they would never truly understand.
My words lately have been light and happy,
Filling the air with an energizing aroma.
I have a bounce to my step,
And my lungs feel like they don't need air to breathe.
I try to use my words for good.
I strive to give someone the same feeling of
Enlightenment,
Radiance, and
Wonderment.
But some people can't listen,
And they can't understand the truth hidden between each line.
They shoot down the words,
They hide from confidence.
Jade does that.
I still write notes to her.
She still declines them.
She doesn't know it's me who is writing them.
I don't know how she would feel about that.
She could run away,
She could fade into darkness,
She could be carried away by the wind.
A friend is what I am to her.
But she is a star to me.
She thinks she is not as important as the Sun,
But she's only farther away.
She can truly be bigger and brighter.
I'm the moon.
One side of me is never seen,
The darkness overlaps it.
But, if the world stopped for me,
Then maybe I would show myself.
I want to be her moonlight so bad,
Because that means I'm the one lighting up her darkest hours.
For now, I'm a tutor; a friend.
I'm someone she can laugh with,
Someone she can be happy with,
Someone she can be comfortable with.
If that means I have to shove the screaming whirlwind of words I want to say to her
Into the back of my mind,
So she could still smile at me like that,
Then maybe my words can wait.
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Strawberry Smoothie (Hiatus)
Poetry"Is it wrong to love someone? Your heart becomes as fragile as glass, and I'm scared she will shatter it, because she doesn't want a strawberry smoothie" The story of a girl, loving a girl who's too scared to love again. Cover created by: @myfo...
