Who Is She?

Who is she?
Where's she from?
What's she like?
Is she just
What you want
In a girl?
Is she better than
I ever was?

Does she laugh
At your jokes?
Is she rich?
Is she broke?
Do you love
How she speaks?
Do you stay
Awake to
Hear her breathe?

Does she wear
Your shirt
When she's home
All alone?
Does she say
All the things
That she
Cannot show?

Do you know
What she's thinking?
Doe she tell you
How she feels?
Have you let her
See your closet
Full of old film reels?

Does she burn
You CDs
With her favorite
Songs?
Are they
Slow and sweet?
Or are they
Fast and strong?
And when you
Drive in your car,
Do you sing along?

Do you know
What it's like?
How I
Break down
And cry?
How I shattered
To pieces,
How I curled
Up and died?

Who is she?
Is she everything
You could
Never be?
I know how
You lie,
And I know
That you see,

How I just
Keep on waiting.
Hear these words
That I sing.
How you know
She means nothing,
Unless she is me.

Author's Note

Can I just say how much I love the picture I found for this poem? It's freaking perfect for it.

Reviews

[kewlbluetiger]

Ha! Very cool poem. Like the brisk bitterness of the point made at the end. Thought you did a good job breaking it up into sections. Very nice work.

[Daydreamer54]

Yea the pictures nuice and it kinda made me feel sry for the girl who lost the one she loved to another. Great write!

[Nathan Durham]

I loved it! Powerful and very nicely written.