The Idea Of Her

you saw her;

in a library

she was alone, quite

and peaceful;

you said to yourself,

"oh a quiet one"

​

that's when it started,

you start seeing yourself with her,

little did you know,

it was not her,

just the idea of her.

​

the process was slow at first,

you started making,

little things,

things that actually matter,

but you thought,

no, they don't.

​

the next time

you saw her,

she was alone,

again,

you thought,

"huh, not very social then,

whenever i will call,

she will definetely pick up that phone."

​

you kept seeing her,

you kept making things up,

she is quiet,

she is not social,

probably been alone her whole life,

must be suitable for the role,

of a nice housewife.

will let anyone get into her life,

probably wants to kill herself on a night,

with a little butter knife.

​

​

all these ideas, thoughts,

you started connecting them with her,

without even talking to her,

you thought,

you know a lot about her.

without even asking any questions,

you thought,

you know all the answers.

​

you didn't ask a lot of questions,

one day when you talked with her,

because you knew for a fact,

you know everything she is gonna say,

so you didn't even

bother.

​

the more you get to know her,

you noticed the fact,

that she is just not that "her",

that her was not exactly her,

it was just,

the idea of her.

​

you saw,

she is not quiet,

when she is with the person she loves,

she is social,

when she is with her friends,

she doesn't want to be your nice, quiet housewife,

she likes being wild,

more than her life.

on the first time,

she doesn't call always picks up your call,

because she was giving all her attention,

to a cute, slow snowfall.

she is also not flawless,

just when the day ends.

​

you became frustrated,

because this is not her,

this is not who you loved,

this is not the person,

that you thought deserved,

to be dearly loved.

​

you were not ready for the real her,

because on your mind,

all this time,

​

you were filling in all the blanks,

thus, she became flawless

​

​

you left her,

she cried a lot,

she didn't think it would end on bad terms,

she thought you loved her,

little did she know,

it was not her,

just the idea of her.

​

you said to yourself,

"she should go. she isn't flawless",

but you never asked yourself,

"Who is?"

​

she was larger than your ideas,

you couldn't see,

you lost a fairytale to your fantasies,

you didn't see.

Yellow Murder : OCPoetry (reddit.com)

I LIKE TODAY : OCPoetry (reddit.com)