To the girl I met today,
I want you to know,
that I feel your torment.
In the way that you evade my eyes
in the way that your eyes gloss over
with the pink tinge of a girl that has cried
from the full of the moon
till it blessed us with its smile.
I know you are hurt.
I want you to know that you are not alone.
the crackle in your voice
caused by sobbing,
a throat, exhausted by the howling
I know that you are void of all happiness.
I have been there too.
your anger is too full right now,
your sadness is more
cavernous than the oceans combined,
but I am here
my small talk;
my attempts to distract you
from the agony you are feeling,
my venture to convince you that
I am right there beside you
I am trying to let you know
I have felt it,
I have lived it more than once,
and I am alive and well today.
everything will be okay.
I know that you will not believe me
just like I didn’t believe myself.
I know that there are no words,
no utterances, that will make you believe otherwise.
at least not until the anger subsides
But to the girl that I met today,
I just want to tell you how beautiful you really are
that his actions do not define you.
his deceit is not a repercussion of your worth.
the moment you heard the truth
that pit in your stomach, hollow hearted, emptiness
will not be what you will feel forever
I want to embrace you
but, I am but a stranger
there is a boundary and a wall
and I know you will cringe to hear my love story
to the girl I met today..
you will be okay.
a wonderfully mended heart
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