Does she write poetry?
Does she even rhyme?
Does she count syllables in every little line?

Is she pretty like the flower
Or is she cutting like a thorn?
Can she break you with her power?
Does she make you feel too torn?

Do you hold her like you love her?
Would you if she asked?
Does she see you like a brother
Or are you just her past?

Is she perfect like your fairytales
Or is she blemished like your guilt?
Will she paint her pretty fingernails
With the colours you have spilt?

Send her letters in your nightmares
Does she fear whats in your head
Or does she sing for old alarm bells
And become it all instead?

© Adi Aartse