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The girl in the window
Never closes her blinds.
Confident she can’t be seen,
Or tempting onlookers,
She dances in her underwear
And eats with her hands.
She used to make dinner for lovers
In exchange for sweet nothings.
Now she stays up past midnight too often,
Appearing lonely
When the darkness settles.
She used to be young,
Until she found her first gray hair
When she learned love is conditional.
Eyes that once glimmered with faith,
Filled with the haunting despondence
Of a heart-sickend,
Forgotten girl,
Cursed with false promised loves,
Abandoned even by God.
I love her so much it hurts to witness.
Sometimes I daydream about
What it would feel like to fall from the top of the city,
What I would think about on the way down,
How the pressure of the air against my skin
Might feel liberating.
I’m convinced I would float
Until I could fly.
I’m convinced it would hurt less
From the sky
To watch the girl in the window.
About the Creator
Annaise
Hopeful romantic. Love poem enthusiast.
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Comments (4)
Refreshingly romantic
remarkable wor
I am TOTALLY fine! Please enjoy ❤️
I hope you’re okay. And please don’t fall from the top of a city! But instead enjoy the view! ❤️