there's this girl i don't know but i know she has the prettiest eyelashes and the most amazing coloured eyes. i might not know her, but i do know though, is that she has the prettiest words and she really deserves to understand how she makes people feel. she makes me want to fill her bedroom with dry autumn leaves so she can break their spines on her birthday and makes me want to fill her mind with other people's feelings. the feelings that they get when they read about monarch butterflies and masochism. the feeling that they get when it's as if nothing else matters but the words she's scribbled down and the feeling as if they could live in her pretty words and stories.
there's this girl i wish i knew so i could make her realise that she's beautiful. i want to make her realise that good things do last; like her. i'd help her empty the ocean with a teacup. i'd wonder where we'd put it, but i help her none the less. i'd show her that even the impossible is possible if you try hard enough.
there's this girl i want to immerse myself in who is afraid of even numbers. if i knew her, i'd teach her that the 2nd, 4th, 6th and 8th of the month were just as beautiful as the rest and that they were just numbers. just numbers; nothing to be afraid of. i'd teach her that she doesn't need to tell brian anything, because she's amazing just the way she is. this girl, i would let her know that i shake in summer too. that i wish i could have my old friendship bracelets back, too. that any boy who asks you to give up writing doesn't know the meaning of love.
there's this girl and she writes her stories backwards. you know, maybe writing stories backwards is better, i would tell her, because then there isn't a shock or a heart-breaking end sentence that would spark tears. maybe its better that we read everything backwards, because then we'll understand less as the pages continue turning. and they've always said ignorance is bliss, haven't they?
there's this girl who i'd like to call a poet and i think i would to teach her the point in living in you can't fly.
if only i knew how.