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Poetry & Art

Don’t Call Me Pretty Right Now

Too late for you to look at me the way I looked at you, resentment dances with forgiving love I wish I knew.

Look back, beneath the overpass, of the sidewalk where I wept With unrequited romance that would kill me till I slept,

for in my dreams I’d get to feel your palm against my back— We’d sit on a museum bench near paintings to unpack.

So why do you just six years later— tell me that I’m pretty?
You know that I have someone else. I’m in a brand new city.

You try to send me to square one, to back where I still love you
I want to say I’m over it—new people are above you.

But pleading you to leave my heart will stay a futile chore;
I’ll never in my life know what it feels like to be yours.

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by Ria Mavinkurve

Hi! I'm Ria. I'm a recent graduate with a Bachelor's Degree in Mathematics & Computer Science from Barnard College of Columbia University. Currently living in Manhattan, I enjoy writing opinion pieces, personal narratives, poetry, and more. I gather inspiration from random a-ha moments, people-watching in coffee shops in the city (my favorite is Ralph's Coffee on 72nd Street and Madison Avenue), and nighttime thoughts.

Thanks for checking out my writing! For project inquiries, please shoot me an email at [email protected]. :)

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