this is a story about two people in love.
this is a true story.
this is not a love story.
part one –
she had perfect red hair. she had a smile that girls envied and boys fought over. they all wanted her smile. her eyes seemed to change into whatever color anyone wanted them to be. she had a personality that was unable to be disliked. angels wished their halos could shine as bright as hers, while the sun had to cover its own eyes whenever it looked towards it. god himself could not believe he crafted her with his own hands. perhaps he didn’t. everyone wanted to be around her, and so they were. she was a dancer and a model. baking was her art, and she wanted to share it with the world. her future was more promising than the moment right before a kiss, and she intended to see it through. no mind was more opinionated and intelligent than hers, but she didn’t realize it, and everyone else did. the poems she wrote somehow related to anybody who read them- including those she wrote to be spiteful towards. it was absolutely impossible be unhappy around her.
she was so happy.
she had ***. she was a ****. a filthy *****. her hormones were racing towards the finish line, and she would do whatever it took to get them there. she barely even knew him. they had just met that night, and she was physically attracted to him, so she found herself on top of him that night and they both pretended like they were in love and on the brink of something extraordinary. she probably couldn’t even tell what was going on through all of the teenage hormone-driven thoughts running through her mind and the sweat dripping down her forehead and over her eyes. what a ******* ***** she was.
she had ***.
she left her home for a winter vacation many weeks after it happened. when she got back, eyes still gazed upon her every single day, screaming what she was. a ****. an idiot. a selfish brat. how could she do this to herself? she used to be perfect, but after that night, nobody wanted to be in the same room as her. she made the biggest mistake of her life, yet she acted as if it had never happened, and her mind thought she was still the same perfect girl she was.
she was not loved by anybody.
part two –
the boy found the girl sitting alone outside. she seemed so out of place...so different. she had perfect red hair. her smile made him want to fight somebody for it. he knew right away that he wanted to know who this girl was. just by looking at her, he had a feeling that she was supposed to be in his life- for some reason. he had never felt that way before. he liked it. so he greeted her.
“hello.”
“hi.”
“you don’t look like you’re supposed to be here.”
“i don’t live here.”
“why are you here?”
“i’m on vacation.”
“you look sad.”
“i am.”
“why?”
“the view from outside is always a lie.”
she told him everything from the very beginning…
she wanted to fall in love with somebody. but she couldn’t, because everybody was already in love with her. she wanted to find somebody who needed time to get to know who she really was past the first glance in order to fall in love. but nobody would take the time. everybody was satisfied with what they saw.
she thought he loved her. compliments and sweet gestures were thrown her way the entire night. but he was a ****. a filthy *****. his hormones were racing towards the finish line, and he would do whatever it took to get them there. the girl cried herself to sleep every night after it happened. eventually she received the worst news of her life. she had human papillomavirus. her life expectancy would soon be declared.
the boy listened to every word.
the girl was dying. her tears ran down her face faster than the words came out of her mouth. the boy held her. even when he was faced with what he was being told, he knew he loved this girl. but not the kind of love that everybody used to have for her. the kind that needs time to get to know who she really was past the first glance in order to fall into it.
“when do you go back?”
“next week.”
they spent the next seven days falling in love even with the knowledge that they would soon be separated by distance, and eventually by heaven and earth.
she made the biggest mistake of her life, but when she was with the boy, it seemed as if it had never happened, and his mind knows she’s the same perfect girl she was.
part three –
almost a year since they had been able to hold each other’s hand, they still had their love. he had promised to her that he would be with her until the end. until she died. and he meant it. she no longer cared about anything but being with the boy, and every time his voice came out of the phone and into her ear, she smiled. girls envied her smile, and boys fought to have it. they all wanted it. she was in love.
weeks later, the girl knew that the boy did not love her anymore. he didn’t call her as much. he didn’t send letters as much.
he didn’t love her anymore.
she sat outside and cried over her loss, and another boy found her. she had perfect red hair. she was beautiful. so he greeted her.
“you look sad.”
“i am.”
“why?”
“he doesn’t love me anymore.”
the girl was not happy.
the girl was *****.
the girl was loved by the boy.
and the boy still loves her.
but the view from outside is always a lie.
This is very lengthy and much more than a poem, but I enjoy this a lot and I hope many people will take the time to read it. Thank you to those who do!