AN UNTITLED LOVE STORY
PART I.
A girl lies naked in a bed.
The room is empty.
The lights are off.
We see her.
(She is God).
PART II.
A girl (the same one)
sits on a couch at your friend’s house,
she tells you a story and you listen.
You think she’s beautiful,
her brown eyes mirror something of your own
and you can’t bring yourself to stop looking.
PART III.
Months have passed.
Now she sits on your bed,
she’s clothed in sincerity
but you aren’t listening, are you?
You’ve already begun
to undress her with your eyes,
and she doesn’t even know
you can’t hear her.
PART IV.
A girl lies naked in a bed.
The room is not empty.
The lights are off.
She knows not that she’s God.
So she thinks, this is love.
A girl lies naked in a bed.
The room is empty.
The lights are off.
We see her.
(She is God).
PART II.
A girl (the same one)
sits on a couch at your friend’s house,
she tells you a story and you listen.
You think she’s beautiful,
her brown eyes mirror something of your own
and you can’t bring yourself to stop looking.
PART III.
Months have passed.
Now she sits on your bed,
she’s clothed in sincerity
but you aren’t listening, are you?
You’ve already begun
to undress her with your eyes,
and she doesn’t even know
you can’t hear her.
PART IV.
A girl lies naked in a bed.
The room is not empty.
The lights are off.
She knows not that she’s God.
So she thinks, this is love.