GOLDEN GIRLS

It was not

my heart

who was

broken

that summer.

If you heard the news

that the golden girl,

of your little town

is moving out for college-

please, do not confess

your undying love for her.

Her smiles may be

like sunlight, moonlight, starlight

traffic light, any light- but please,

do not confess your undying love for her.

Especially if she smiles at you

exactly like that.

Her voice may sound

like your favorite songs-

but please, do not confess

your undying love for her.

Especially if she says your name,

and it sounded holy

like the gods had been calling you.

Her eyes may be clear

you can almost see yourself

in her soul- but please,

do not confess your undying love for her.

Her eyes are not mirrors nor windows.

Do not show her your weakness.

Even if she let you hold her hand.

Please do not touch her.

Even if she told you she like flowers.

Please do not give her roses.

Even if she's smart enough

to know about the universe.

Please do not buy her

a necklace made out of stars.

Do not confess your undying love for her.

If you heard the news

that it will be her last summer here-

Please do not ask her to stay.

Even if she’s good at promises,

Please do not ask her to stay.

Especially if she tells you,

She’ll be back.

Please do not believe her.

That summer you confessed

your love to her.

She let you hold her hand.

And you touch her.

She told you she like flowers.

You gave her roses,

You bought her

a necklace made out of stars.

To remind her,

She is your star.

You asked her to stay.

You believed her.

If you heard the news that the golden girl,

of your little town is moving out for college-

please, do not confess your undying love for her.

Unless you have seen her darkness.

Unless you have tasted her bitterness.

Unless you have smelled her rotten core.

Unless you have touched her scars.

Unless you have heard her cries.

If you heard the news that

it will be her last summer here-

Please do not ask her to stay.

No one stayed on nights,

Her golden hands turn scarlet.

On night she's naked and ugly.

No one stayed.

If you heard the news that the golden girl

of your little town is moving out for college

and

It will be her last summer here.

Just let her go.

It was

not her

heart

who was

broken

that summer.