Zara Thiesson, a 15-year-old student from Athénée, uses poetry and music to express heartbreak and emotion, hoping to make others feel seen and understood.
These will be the last lines I will write for you
These will be the last lines I will write for you,
For a thief,
Grasping at treasures you could never keep,
Until every stolen diamond slipped through your hands.
I don’t ask for much—
Just to hold the one thing you couldn’t understand.
These will be the last lines I write for you,
I played you a love song,
One where you never truly belonged,
And yet, you sang along—
Knowing the words, but always out of tune,
Fingers grazing the piano keys,
A rhythm lost beneath the moon.
These will be the last lines I will write for you,
For we are like seasons that will never meet,
Fading into distance,
As summer and winter never greet,
Just us waving goodbye at the edge of time,
While the world moves on, leaving us behind.
These will be the last lines I will write for you,
After all was said and done,
After you shot me in the heart with a gun,
After our war was won,
And now all that’s left to do is run.
These will be the last lines I will write for you,
Because my wings have grown,
Letting me fly away,
Soaring above you, leading me on to a better way.
These will be the last lines I will write for you,
The last breath wasted on your memory,
The last tear shed for what never truly was,
The final chapter in a story I’ve closed.
But most of all,
The last time I stand in the ruins of what we could have been,
The last time I ever let you win.