a letter to her love

they share secrets

as often as they share clothes

the whole world knows them as best friends

but she wants something more.

she has her telephone number memorized

just like her smile

and her favorite songs and shades of lipstick

and the color of her eyes.

these little things that others miss

are etched into her heart

currently on the top of her list of beautiful things

just waiting to pour apart.

and her laugh, oh her laugh

is as though drinking water after months of drought

she’s infinitely gorgeous and quirky

she really is something, it’s no doubt.

what a pity to not be able to come out with the truth

for her mind knows she doesn’t swing that way

and decided to set herself straight once

but her heart, a rebel like herself, led her astray.

and it breaks her a little everyday

that she is somehow worth enough

to be so heart achingly close
yet so far away from love.