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Google Translate / poppies - Leanna Firestone

Google Translate / poppies

Leanna Firestone

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You took Spanish in high school, but I took French

So when you're tired and delirious at almost 2am

You type sentences into Google Translate

And then you send them to me

"Je pense que Lea est tres jolie"

I don't think you know just how much it means to me

To watch you try to call me pretty

In a language I know that you can't speak

You told me you didn't remember sh*t from Spanish class

You didn't know how you passed but you did

So even if I wanted to call you pretty back in your high school

Foreign language neither one of us would know what I said

So I'll stick to French

Je pense que tu es tres jolie aussi

I think you're pretty too

In a language that you still don't speak

Then I said

Je t'aime

Je t'aime

Je t'aime

Over and over again

A confession in French

Because I knew you wouldn't know what it meant

I know that you don't fall as easily as I do

So I won't press my luck, and say it in words you'll understand

I'm too scared that if I tell you I love you

Te Amo, I'd never get to hear you call me tres jolie again

You took spanish in high school, but I took french

I'm in college now and it's been four years since then

But I knew exactly what you said when you had sent

"Je pense que Lea est tres jolie", you copied and you pasted

But it meant everything to me

To watch you try to call me pretty in a language you can't speak

I almost packed that painting I made

I wasn't sure if I could bring myself to throw it away

But I didn't then it would sit in the closet at my new house

The same way that it did in my old apartment

In the dark and face down

Poppies are my favorite they burn red just like you

I know that you hate flowers

I thought I could convince you not to

If you saw the time it took

Read that painting like your favorite book

They both die in the end, and I guess what we had did too

The background is colored with a poem you wrote

No painting of poppies could ever be as perfect

Or as pretty as the words

You spoke to me like at 2am, translating your sentences

Do you still think I'm tres jolie

Now that you just want to be friends?

- It's already the end -