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Why I Won't Write You Into A Song
I could write you into a song
Of how you first smiled at me in the lateness of
The afternoon as if I
Had mouthed you a joke you only understood
But not enough to make you laugh
I could write you into a song
Of how your little play games made me believed in the idea of “us”,
That we were meant to cross paths to create gardens
Out of ruins but you soon made clear to me,
that we were not meant to be something else
I could write you into a song
Of how in many moments I chose to make myself a fool
Still holding close the illusions you’ve let me built, even if you
Had already broken me enough,
Into pieces unrecognizable over and over again
I could write you into a song
Of heartaches and hopes that were enough
To crush the “could haves” and “what ifs” into desolation
I could write you into a song
That I longed to hum and sing in memory of my blinded love
But No, I would not write you into a song
Of anything grand nor anything beautiful and painful.
No I will not write you into a song
Because just like songs, you’ll get old
Just like songs you’ll fade into the silence
Just like songs you’ll be loved and then hated
Just like songs, you’ll be felt and then forgotten and
Then remembered again to remind me that
Once in my life I had loved you enough to make you into a song.
I could write you into a song
But the pain is just too much for me to bear your name and
Make you into something
Beautiful.
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My name is Maryam Kaalim. I picked up a hobby of hanging around bookstores and libraries with my sister on our free time. I find reading and writing a boring hobby but I do it anyway. You can check out more of my writings in paintmewithwords.wordpress.com