This is a girl you can’t keep. You aren’t allowed to.

How could she be someone’s mistake?

If ever again, someone says to go to the market, where hearts are sold in exchange for melancholy souls, never would I go.

Never would I wait, if ever again someone says— not to.

Only to close these eyes
to sleep in the lap of love
and stay there forever.

She was a wonderful teenage girl who had the miraculous power to cure herself from any wound, either physical or mental. With her own salty tears, she would cleanse her raw wounds. And her breaths were given, as though not to breathe but, rather, to fan her sores.

In that silence, I dream to be.