To The Girl I Will Never Know

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She said her name was Lilly,

Like the flower.

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Hat covering my face,

I was stealing glances at hers.

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She was drawing darkness,

When I was only imagining it.

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I never approach strangers,

Unless they’re just strange enough.

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So I did.

She became you,

And you gave me a glimpse of your work.

Hesitant, I allowed you to see mine,

And you told me you loved it.

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I asked you for your number,

And you asked for mine.

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Usually that’s as far as things go,

But usually and always are very different things.

I usually write dark things,

But usually and always are very different things.

Dirty Pretty Thoughts

Written by

The Rupi Kaur of dirty, pretty things.