Conversations: NaPoWriMo #2

 (partially inspired by this)

we have tea parties in my mind.

sometimes you're a frog, one that I've kissed into enchantment
and sometimes you're a prince, made of porcelain, too delicate to touch.

i didn't tell you that red roses meant true love.

i didn't tell you because I knew they didn't mean the same thing to you,
that they did to me.

no, I didn't tell you.

i didn't tell you how if you had looked at me, the way I looked at you,
if you had seen how beautiful you are to me, that even as I told myself i didn't care
always trying to push the waves of you away,
i knew every moment.

will i regret you, and your endless lines of devoted poetry?

i wrap the memory of what it felt like to imagine our love
around me like a blanket, seated beside the ocean
the austere waves brighter than any stars
we would have lived by the sea.

growing up isn't what I thought.

it's not feeling indifferent to stuffed animals
it's not shunning the color pink and forever doing away
with girlish dresses

it's evasive, slippery like a goldfish.

it's not your first love, as so many pass in silence.

is it the day when you stop writing about clouds sunsets and the sea,
endlessly devoting lines of poetry
to the same fantasies?

what happens if you hide yourself, away from the words
away from confrontation
does the world go on?

if you hide your heart,
does it remain broken from the start?

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