Jann M. Lasanta Pérez
Programa de Estudios Interdisciplinarios (Escritura Creativa)
Facultad de Humanidades
Love could be a powerful source
Powerful enough to be used against someone
That's why she didn't believe
She chose not to be fooled by what others considered to be beautiful
She would make her own beauty blossom from the very depths of her
She didn't need anyone, she didn't want anybody
They say loneliness can slowly kill one's soul
It can putrefy it in a progress of emptiness and lonesome
But she was not lonely, yet she was alone
She didn't ask for company, she didn't need it
One can see it as an act of selflessness
But to her, it was one of selfishness
Why would she share?
Why would she depend on someone else?
Why would she let someone in?
Being selfish was all she knew
To keep things to herself
To hide her face so no one would see
To shush her voice when no one would hear
But at last she was noticed
He saw her and at the very first glimpse he thought she was incredibly beautiful
But he could never have her
Thus she didn't want him
She didn't want anybody
He showered her with poems and rhymes
Flowers, gifts and tons dedicated time
She began to notice him
But how could she open up to him after she's been concealing so much?
How could she possibly know what it would feel like to love him;
when she has never believed in such things?
She wasn't one to place judgment upon herself but indeed she well did
She would cry and she would scream
She did not understand how this could be
She had gone mad with the thought of loving him
She was afraid and fear drove her into the deepest parts of her mind
The parts she was most terrified of
Now, she could truly deny the possibility
For whom could want a girl like that?
A girl who suffers in silence
A girl who cries to sleep of fear of the things she cannot understand
A naive innocent girl
But even so, even in her darkest hour
Even in her deepest pain
Even in her toughest comprehension
Even in the river of her eyes
In the painful moans of her agony
He still loved her
And at that moment she could feel it
She could finally accept it, and it would be beautiful
Revista [IN]Genios, Vol. 3, Núm. 1, p.1 (septiembre, 2016)
Universidad de Puerto Rico, Río Piedras
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