Do you see how see never looks twice
Before crossing the road
Or how she holds those scissors
In her hands
As if wishing for them
To cut through her veins?
Have you even heard her cry?
How her voice breaks?
Yet she makes a joke
And laughs as if nothing is wrong
Have you ever noticed?
How she never winces
If she gets hurt
How she never puts a bandage
On those cuts?
Do you ever think?
Why she never sleeps at night
Why her poems rarely rhyme
How she cut her hair
Above her jaw line
How she says she doesn’t care
But when you leave, she sighs
Have you ever seen?
Did you look back?
How she never meets your eye
How she keeps smiling
Even when telling something
That’s not even happy
How she closes her eyes
For a bit too long
How she bites her lower lip
A bit too hard
How she no longer writes
Long paragraphs of love
On friendship and family
But all her poems
Have one thing in common
They’re sad In a way
That won’t make you cry
But will make you think
What’s wrong with this girl?
My dear —
Have you ever heard someone cry
Without making a sound
Without shedding tears?
Have even seen a wolf howling
For a moonless sky?
How do you expect her to last?
(Poem by Aditi Singh, I changed a few things)
