tides ○ a collection of poems

xxix. to the girl at the supermarket checkout

i like your backpack.
i wanted to tell you but didn't dare to, for you looked so sad, so lost there,
between the cigarettes and the chocolate bars

maybe i should've told you exactly because of that, because
your shoes are lovely.
but my eyes were stuck on your forearms, you wearing your
scars so naturally

as if you wanted to scream for help.
me too, i should've told you. i am hurting too. why does no one see?

i wanted to smile at you, even though
i knew that all you would see was just
another blonde, smiling girl that didn't understand

my hair was blue once,
just like yours. although yours looks
so much better. what kind of hair dye do you use?
it really is an incredible colour.

i am so sorry for just standing there,
doing nothing at all
but bare with me as i am shy and you were intimidating and beautiful,
though so sad

i wish you just the very best