I’ve posted this poem a while ago, incomplete (the before). This is the after.
There was this girl I used to know
With hair dark as night and skin white as snow
A perky, jovial, playful storm
But of an innocent, harmless, simple form.
It was sometimes quite annoying
How she would never be still
How every hiss of silence with her voice she’d refill
How trouble and misfortune
On her never laid a hand
How it seemed like she got lost
On her way to Neverland.
But something there was in her eyes
Something I couldn’t quite tell
Something that stood in contrast to her
Dim but fierce as well.
I knew I did not like her but still
The mystery of her eyes I had to reveal
Or was it something else
I wasn’t quite sure
Perhaps a glass slipper that was left at my door.
Every time I tried to make conversation
She’d burst into laugh without paying attention
She was kind of awkward and it was kind of funny
How every time I approached she’d turn into a bigger dummy
Every time I encountered that shadow of her
That something in her eyes grew stronger and sronger.
And my curiosity had spread its wings
And it was out of my reach to
Sometimes I wondered
How could I hate every sound she plundered
And yet couldn’t wait to see her again?
How couldn’t I look every time she blundered
But still, be worried about her?
It was as if I had two selves
I was going mad.
And we kept patrolling each other’s air
Kept looking for something we couldn’t declare
With every word, our noses grew longer
Until one day, I reached my limit, I couldn’t bear
I screamed and I yelled and she ran away
And of course I followed her down the rabbit hole
She was weeping in a corner
Her head between her knees.
‘Go away’, she whispered,
And I’ve never heard her voice so shivering
This was my chance.
I carefully picked a rose from the bush beside me
And as I approached a wail came out of her
I might have started crying myself.
Suddenly, as she raised her head,
All the petals flew away
And between the wails and hiccups
We smiled at each other.
She was finally safe.