SINCERLY, THE UNPOETIC

Beautiful girl, I watch as

The light in your eyes

Dim,

As they begin to shine just

A little less.

And I hear as your quiet voice

Shakes. It’s lugubrious,

Quivering while you explain;

While you excuse all your worst

Mistakes. But,

Still—

Each word your mouth lets escape

Takes my breath

Away.

Beautiful girl— Tell me,

Why are you crying

Again?

There’s no need to be sad, you

Have what most girls don’t

But wish they did. //

Someone who loves you, who’s

Insouciant / unsettled

Not disturbed by those secrets

You’re not so good at keeping,

Quiet . .

Hidden.

In the dark, troubled corners

Behind your tired brown eyes.

Rather than concerning, finds your

Darkness enticing— full of,

Beautifully damaged convictions.

You may not have money, a car

Or a place of your own;

But you’ve always had something

More.

Someone loves you enough to,

Write you

A poem.

I’m not a poet, I’m not an

[ Artist ]—

But I do hope I’m the person

You wish you never left, the

Chance you regret never taking,

I hope I’m that whisper,

“What if?”

And I wish I knew if you ever

Wished to go back.

I may not be a poet, but I’m

Here as I’ve always been.

Not as an artist, just an addict

With a, pen.


By: Lauren Fanning / Bloody (MentalBloody™)


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