Diglossia Girl

The pain lingers in my chest
like a dagger's open wound--
unwilling to heal,
unwilling to bleed the venomous rust.

I desperately want to tell you my desires,
but instead, I keep them contained,
locked away deep inside,
like a letter in a coffin
buried in the ground.

The words inside my soul are never to be spoken,
never to be heard,
and never to be seen
by you, my loved one.

I'll keep them from you because I know you'll criticize,
deny,
tell me I don't quite understand.

Sugar coat another excuse for me, Dear.
Please, make it sweet and sincere.
Go ahead, shove the dagger in a little deeper.
Don't listen to a word I say--I'll take the pain.
Yes, I'll let it linger in my chest.

Just kiss me, Dear.
You'll never know I'm dying.

Leaves changing colors--red, yellow,
orange, and brown.
They fall, so gently, to the ground.
A single park bench sits alone
in the middle of October.

A young girl sits quietly,
thinking to herself of all
that her life contains.

Hopes and dreams are not far off,
and certainly not out of reach.

Her only hindrance is not knowing
which is best.
Thinking, thinking, through and through,
deeper, deeper her thoughts progress.

Silent waves caress her thoughts,
but her curiosity is not assuaged.
The whispering winds blow her hair,
but she fails to notice.

Lost in the middle of October,
a young girl dreams of what her life
could be.