She

She

A Poem by Mina Salva

Every summer has its story, every winter has one too
As the rain is pouring, and the cold crumbling into me, I can only cry to
To what everything you've said, what everything you've done
I advice myself to stop, hold on and run
Harming myself isn't an option, so let life clear this toxin
You hurt me, not once or twice, but more than you can realize
I bear and close my eyes, then pretend everything's nice
You made a tear fall, you made a heart crawl
You freeze my spine every now and then
I say I'm fine, but the other words are written by this pen
Never showing what's behind my large smile
Just letting my invisible scars walk a mile
I visualized I gave all of my trust to the purest and safest hands
But everyone gets wrong, in the oceans or in the lands
Tell me about your acts, is it inherited or is only you?
The you I never knew
What's left which you don't know about me?
I was open, more than I'd ever be
But what have I gained from it in return?
Hatred, jealousy, and hurt is what's on burn
Making me be someone else, making me look like a fool
Pretty you, I'm smart too
I won't let this happen to me, you will definitely not rule
I'm the one who will point the finger, I'm the one who will break it up
I won't pretend anymore, fake is what I hate the most from my core
I'll ignore and laugh, honey please
Without you, life is in ease
You promised we'll be forever, two hearts attached
You plighted our cordiality will never sever, two souls depended
We said "forever together" through this tough world
Just a start, no end
Sister till the end
Now, do we know who we are?
Do you know what we once were?
Did the memories vanish, or are they taking your breath away?

© 2013 Mina Salva


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Mina Salva
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