Part I He was simple minded Yet strong willed Head strong And good hearted She was too smart for her own good Yet too weak But Determined And Grounded Convos over text and chat Were their number one form Of communication Yet face to face was Always more then desired “Your words are so poetic, But they hide the meaning When I can’t understand The main metaphor” He said “Well, maybe that’s the point Mask my thoughts in words And images And you mask The feelings” “What’s wrong with feeling” “nothing if you know how to feel. But the heart and soul becomes callused when constantly used and abused and thoughts become jaded to hide the pain and save the body” “true” he said “but love hurts. we all know that yet, how can you know that if you don’t let yourself feel? Love is also wonderful If you take a chance” “chances are for gamblers and I’m not good at gambling” “so have faith good things happen to those that wait” “I’m not a religious person. Well, not in my mind state that is. I like traditions and customs But faith left me A long time ago” “OK fine. That may be true, but I know you. You are not a quitter. So you can’t quit at that.” Touché He got her Beat her at her own game But something inside Her is still scared To give this a try “we’ll talk later” he said “now have a good night. You always leave me With thoughts of wonder So now go to sleep And try my words On for size” Part II She crawled into her bed Pulled the covers up close Snuggled up to his words And tried to decipher the meanings He was right He knew all about her He was the one guy That she had let in Yet could she really trust him? Trust him with her heart That is Could she learn to love again? Humans are animals With animalistic instincts If thrown into a the wild A person could survive Because we are made to survive To look out for ourselves We are taught To protect ourselves To feed ourselves To care for ourselves To love ourselves Most mammals choose one mate And one mate only And are with that one for life But what if she chooses wrong? Is that a mistake she can erase? Part III “Good morning sunshine. How did you sleep? And I hope your dreams were sweet.” Was the message she woke up to. “Well I suppose. Yet the dreams are still to new To be properly decoded. But I didn’t wake up in Sweats and screams.” “I woke up with a smile. I thought of you all night” “And you good sir are one smooth talker. I’m sure that gets you All the ladies.” Was her cold reply “But it’s not all the ladies I want. It’s just you” “And I’m sure it works on all the others too. But this girl Is a poet remember? She makes the words Work on her side. When you understand How words work Then you can’t be Won over with simple Words that carry no meaning.” “Words hold meaning when the come from the heart. And when coming from the heart They are only Spoken with truth Would I ever lie to you?” There was a lull In messaging As she took time to think Would he ever lie to her? Had he ever lied to her? “everyone lies. It’s what humans do Cause we all tell white lies And stretch the truth” But she hadn’t yet decided If he would really lie “I would never lie to you. You have my word on that” He assured her once again Through his smooth words “I’ve heard that line a million times before and each time it’s a lie. I’ve been lied to Way too many times before” So many thoughts Ran through his head But all he typed out was “lied to by other hurts. Yes, that is true. But I think the problem here is The one that hurts you the most Is you. You have to be honest with yourself To really see honestly in others.” “for not being a poet your words are wise good friend” was all she said Part IV “I’m bored you should entertain me.” “I’m not that interesting or entertaining to say the least” was her blunt response “I’m sorry but I’ve got nothing” “well then tell me a secret or a story. What is the one thing about you That no one else knows?” Trust There it is again That one word That one action She feared the most “if no one else knows it then it obviously doesn’t need to be known. Mysteries are good in a person. You’d get bored with me too fast If you knew it all.” “ I could never bore of you ☺. But it never hurts to learn something new.” Here’s the one chance To say anything Tell him anything And everything That she always wanted We all have our secrets That need sharing at times We all have our skeletons That need revealing at time. We all need a friend That knows it all. Right? But how do you know Who to trust When you’ve taught yourself Never to trust anyone? Part V “I curl my tongue up like a cat when I yawn.” “ I know you do. I’ve taken notice to all your quirks. And I think they are all cute. Like the face you make when you sneeze.” “That’s awkward yet cute yet stalkerish. But how about this You make me awkward.” “So if I make you awkward there must be something there. You, little lady, Must have feelings then too.” This boy was Headstrong and relentless. And she knew that He wasn’t giving up. But the one good thing About text was she had time To plan and to plot. “fine. You want to know something? What you want to know? Some secret that I have never told?” “of course.” He texted in return Thinking he was finally getting through Finally winning her over. “tell me your dreams and your goals.” “I’m a rockstar. At least I live like one. I do nothing but party, Drink, do drugs, and fuck. I don’t live with regret And I don’t play games. My heart isn’t some cat toy Attached to a string. And I’ll wait around For no man.” “ I think I could handle that. Seems more entertaining Then the life I lead. It’ll be a wild ride. Never hurts to learn something new.” Before she could respond Another text came through “but seriously. Goals? Dream? You have to have some. I mean we’re getting old You have to know What you want to be when you grow up.” “you’re wrong there. I’ve thought with one through. I can’t stop growing old Though I can slow it down some But I’ll never grow up I refuse to do. I did that too young once already. Because you see Age is a mind set That I refuse to fall victim to.” Part VI Coffee dates And group dinners And bar room talks Helped evolve a relationship That was failing at first A friendship works two ways It either complicates things Or helps them blossom. As for their case The end of the story Was still undetermined Part VII “you know you love me’ he whispered in her ear in response to his harsh yet playful joke that didn’t play like planned. “well at least I pretend to that is” “ouch. That one hurts Deep down in here” As he points to his heart And gives her those eyes That melt her soul “well love is a strong word when meshed with your jokes” “why are you scared?” “what do you mean?” “ I mean. I know why I am the way I am. And you know why that is to. But as for your story. I know nothing of it. Yet something holds you back. I see it in your eyes.” “and your eyes tell two different stories. Your words say one Your actions say another And your eyes. Well your eyes Say it both All at the same time.” “My eyes say the words that my mouth can’t form. You’re the poet. You’re the actor. You read the lines That aren’t scripted. What is that called? Subtext?” “I’m the writer that scripts out my life in my dreams. I’m a dreamer who Must stay grounded. I can’t put my life on hold Until your heart forms words. I’m scared of getting hurt. I’m scared of letting my guard down. You are scared of letting go. I don’t do commitment real well But I can’t pretend to be some other girl.” The tone of his eyes Changed with his heartbeat As it now slowed He had heard the words He knew were coming But he didn’t want to believe “For the sake of our friendship What’s the next step?” “for the sake of our friendship? Of for the sake of us? I know you don’t want to let go And I know you are scared But you need to pick one first.” He rolled over Silent for a minute Then rolled back And looked her in the eye “Can this be a conversation for another time? I hate to end it here But you figured me out Before I admitted it to myself.” With a quick kiss on the forehead And a smile She looked him in the eye “of course baby.” Knowing that was the response She expected.
that is all for now. . but there is more to come I know this is long really long read but it reads in three parts. a narrator, the boy, and the girl. Let me know what yall think so far.
