The restaurant is quiet, relatively, the one that Maya told you about yesterday at lunch She and her boyfriend mentioned “Three’s Company”— No not the show— And how we should go out there sometime “Yeah, maybe we should” You said because you don’t know how to say no
The lighting is warm, like an Olive Garden But there’s a draft on your neck and your hands are cold because there is no one standing next to you You wish you were there instead; even though this place looks nice, you don’t know if it actually is And you start to feel the vibrations
Before you psych out and walk out, you sit down at a table and wait for an underpaid waitress— There she is— “Hello, my name is Elif and welcome to Three’s Company. What would you like to order?” You spot her nametag— “Excuse me, would you happen to be of Turkish descent?” Her eyes light up— “Wow, how’d you know that? Everyone just thinks I’m American.” Remember, she has to be nice— “I like exploring languages cultures. I find it fascinating that we’re all the same, yet so radically different in our own way.” This doesn't actually make sense, but it sounds interesting. Her eyebrows dance. Cute— “Well Mr. Philosopher, what can our establishment provide for you today?” Quick, glance at the board— “American Classic. No pickles” “Coming right up!”
Her pen damages the atmosphere for a few moments, and then she’s gone You almost feel like you’re human until you remember she’s underpaid to smile and small talk And your hands start shaking again; look I’m sorry kid I like you But you’re not much company
There once was a girl Who visited Death On her birthing day Her heart had almost stopped Her lungs breathed almost not And Death carried her throughout the hospital that day.
There once was a girl Who visited Death On her fifth birthday Pig tails up She’d gotten stuck In the branches of their tree, Hanging with the leaves She would choke before she would land And Death had cradled her within his hands.
There once was a girl Who visited Death On her fourth grade field trip They’d hiked up a mountain Some kids pushed her down and Tumbling she hit her head and broke bones. Death had pulled her close and whispered she needed to go home.
There once was a girl Who visited Death The summer after freshman year She’d gone swimming down by the pier When she’d cramped underwater And her lungs were unsure Death had hoisted her ashore.
There once was a girl Who visited Death A fortnight before her 21st birthday She’d gone to a party, people were all getting laid. He’d given her a drink Soon after she’d thrown up in the sink. He seemed awful sweet Pulling her into the room to lie down. Until he started pulling her pants down She wanted to scream but he covered her mouth Instead of screams she squeaked like a mouse. He pulled out a knife Threatened her life And had his way with her. Pressing the knife against her throat She soon began to gasp and choke. Death comforted her until it was all over.
There once was a girl Who visited Death On Christmas Eve Just turned 25 She was dead inside. That boy from before Who called her a ***** Had been calling her his She’d cried every night begging for future bliss. That night he’d burst in Drunk and full of sin Throwing her down to the floor She begged for no more And he called her a ***** Before throwing her out into the snow Death pulled her out from sinking below.
There once was a girl Who visited Death While working inside Someone drove by Everyone was tongue tied As they shot right through the glass Bullets flying past. She felt it before she saw it She knew she’d been hit Ironically by a .30 She begged to live she still had things to do and say Death had blocked the bullet that day.
There once was a girl Who visited Death 6 months after 35 Working up until midnight Furiously typing away Someone snuck around wanting to play Just escaped prison Wanting some fun Knock out then knock up But she had her luck And attacked till he couldn’t move She’d started to push and shove But he took the gun And shot her in the stomach Hoping she’d bleed out She ran till she collapsed to the ground Death stayed until she was found
There once was a girl Who saw Death Watched him close that kittens eyes As it let out its final mew and he let out a sigh. Cradling it’s soul in the palm of his hand He sent it on it’s way, to it’s promised land. She worried about her life In her 40th year and her 40th night Was she going to die? A far fetched idea But then how could she see Death within the crowd of people? She turned back again But Death had disappeared to the oblivion.
There once was a girl Who saw Death Hold her sisters hand. So in her final moments she wouldn’t be sad. She felt sorrow in his eyes As he glanced away to the side. She watched as he drained her life And sent her to her afterlife. Her sister was 10 years older And at 55 her sisters life was over.
There once was a girl Who saw Death On her 50th birthday She wasn’t sure if she should be happy or scared But at least someone remembered, someone cared She stood there gazing at the gift 50 dried up roses laying in the mist. She gathered them together And put them in a vase on her dresser.
There once was a girl Who saw Death Walking around a graveyard As though he was a guard. Protecting each of those who had passed Appalled at what he had amassed. At 55 She realized death wasn’t stealing lives.
There once was a girl Who spoke to Death 5 years after she’d forgiven him The sun had begun to descend and dim She posed a question “Do you come here often?” He replied “Only with the one i love.”
There once was a girl Who spoke to Death Being 65 was hard She was scarred and marred and starred “Does everyone look like this at my age?” “Only the ones who love instead of hate.”
There once was a girl Who spoke to Death “Do you know when I’m going to die?” “You mean when you’ll say goodbye? 70 is just an illusion in your mind. But yes, would you like to know?” “No I’d rather leave it alone. I’ll just live to the fullest each day.” “I figured that’s what you were going to say.”
There was once a girl Who spoke to Death “I turned 75 today.” “I know, you complained it was too bright so i made the Sun go away.” “How long do i have left?” His response was swift and deft “That depends on if you live it to the fullest.”
There once was a girl Who fell in love with Death He had helped her Whenever she began to hurt. He brought her gifts When her heart was amiss. At 80 she realized That for decades she had agonized. When her love was right there Brushing her hair. She reached up and grabbed his bony fingers She spoke softly but the words still lingered.
There once was a girl Who Death was in love with He’d been there for her whole life Harming any who gave her strife. She was what he looked forward to When he was feeling hated for what he had to do. So when she turned 85 He had no reason to lie. He told her calmly and clearly That he held her very dearly. And that today was the day she’d pass But he would wait, so the day would last But when time came, he held her tight Knowing she wouldn’t put up a fight. In her last fleeting moments he told her a secret Because he knew he no longer had to keep it. And so, softly he whispered in her ear The very same words she’d meant for him to hear.
This is something I’ve been working on for awhile now. I got the idea not too long ago and felt i needed to make a story out of it.
Looking in the mirror wishing you could change Knowing it will be a process, but results are in range Feeling like you cannot breathe, telling yourself it's okay Touching your heart and knowing it will push you, and stay
It is okay to feel tired, to feel worn down That does not mean give up, that means stick around It is hard to be in a newly routine but your mind is there to help Do not let the darkness take over for even a second
You may want to quit, but today is not the day Get up and realize your worth, this is for you and you only So lose your energy in something that will make you better It is better to have a healthier half than to be a shadow lonely