Straining to Hear
She said she wanted my hair.
The straight, conformity of it all
As her own curls tumbled down the nape of her neck.
She blasted them with hot air and wrenched them with a brush
Ruining their careless perfection.
She said she wanted someone else's handwriting
As she lost her own
And fit a mold she herself formed
With perfect e?s and every dotted i
She lost a part of herself.
She said she wanted someone else's face
With new eyes; hers were too uneven
She covered them in make up
And scratched away with eyeliner
Until the sad almonds were unrecognizable.
She said she wanted their relationship
So she twisted his arm
Begged and pleaded
Until he played her games
And she seethes whenever anyone else laughs with him.
And she said no one listened
But they were all straining to hear.
Listening for the voice of the girl with the tumbling curls
And the sad almond eyes
With the handwriting that matched the wildness inside her
And the boyfriend who simply said he loved her
And that was enough to satisfy.
They searched, and instead found a girl filled with jealousy
Envy taking over her body
Her mind
Her soul
A girl who ached to be heard
But who never said a thing worth hearing
They weren?t her words
They were those of the girl standing next to her
The one down the hall
Or across the street.
The one with the perfect handwriting.
She said no one listened.
But they were all straining to hear
And she had run too far away.
hlshelby2003
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