The Girl who never Loved.

photo by Diletta Shakespeare

This is a poem about the Girl

who everyone thought couldn't Love;

It is a story about that Girl who was

never Loved. To be quite honest,

this is not a poem and it is not a story, either.

But above all, this is just as true

as it is a lie.

You see, there are times when

Grief overthrows Joy,

and when Despair conquers Hope.

There are certain fragments of time

when all the empty spaces

residing in your soul come rushing to the surface

and drown every drop and ounce

of Will.

This Girl never really understood why Love

was such a popular and desirable star

people tend to wish upon.

Why this shapeless yet solid entity

could hold such a fiery and intense power

and how it could, supposedly, give you wings

when all it really does do is tie you to the ground.

This Girl never really disclosed how

she, subconsciously, kept wishing upon that star

but did everything she could to prevent it from

coming true.

To this Girl,

Love was a Flower.

It was the scent that, levitating its way

to her nostrils, was able to

magically close her eyes and make her

see a whole new world

inside the world of illusions.

It was the sensation that made the hairs

of her skin stand, and cause her body

to quiver.

It was the feeling which filled her heart

and brought a flood of sweetness, completion

and inexplicable comfort.

It was her Flower.

To her, Flower was Love.

A Flower whose petals were destined

to wither and scatter to the winds of time,

yet she did not care; Time was human,

and Love, her Love, was

beyond the restrictions of perception,

distant from the narrow boundaries of

herself.

It was an extension of her being,

the air she breathed,

the smells of the wind,

the leaves dancing,

and the Moon shining

on a hillside

covered in

colourful

Flowers

of

Love.

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