Voiced

Even when she was a child,
Her eyes were ancient.
They held a depth inconceivable
For someone who had seen so little.
She was so young,
Yet no one ever thought she was.
She understood without words,
Thinking faster than she could speak.
Her words were murmurs and half mumbles,
Although important
If you actually cared enough to listen.
She was mature,
However delicate,
Like a pressed flower.
She was brave for a coward,
Slow for a genius, and
Lovable for an introvert.
She was balanced precariously on the precipice of her own demise for so long
That we all wondered what trifle
Would topple her perfect tower.
Steady as rain in a hurricane,
She stood tall.
Her limbs bowed under the strain of her own anxiety,
Yet we all knew her burden was hers to carry.
We didn’t know it was killing her.
Until one day her words came out with power.
All the thoughts she kept close to her heart
Parted her lips with passion,
Bursting forth in explosions of poetry.
So unlike the pressed flower between the pages of the tomes she hid behind,
She found her sunlight and
She bloomed,
Speaking with clarity.
She was heard.
She was listened to.
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Spark

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She stared at herself in the mirror,
“I will never be beautiful.”
He didn’t believe that.
He told her she was perfect,
But not the kind of perfect you go looking for.
She was the shattered kind of perfect
That would make the world stop and stare
If it ever bothered to take notice,
But since when does the world notice broken things
That haven’t stopped ticking?
She was careful to stay alert,
Not to fall a beat behind.
She was careful to be perfect,
Perfectly invisible,
Save the light that lived in her eyes.
He told her he loved her,
And that she completed him,
Until she told him it was impossible,
“I will never be beautiful.”
A picture is worth a thousand words,
But who needs a thousand
When five will do?
He turned his face away
To a whole kind of perfect,
The kind the world holds onto her every breath.
“You were never really perfect.”
The spark died.

I, Unrevised

I am a name.
I am a person.
I have felt more deeply than the ocean.
I have fallen further than the sky.
I have touched thousands
Many people,
Though I fear know
It hasn’t always been for the better.
Yet what can you expect?
I have known better
Than to refuse to learn from my mistakes,
But I am so ashamed of having them…
These two eyes observe more than you give credit for.
This heart knows pain.
I recognize a fallacy when I see it.
I am selfless,
Not flawless.
I am beautiful,
Not flawless.
I am a name human.
I am unrevised.

A Moment

After the earth kisses the sun,
Wrapping it in its wooded embrace,
The sky fades from blue
To black
To beautiful.
Speckled with thousands of celestial bodies,
Smelling of starlight,
The earth sleeps under the cover of midnight
Not knowing
That the world outside the window
Is there for the watching.
Separated from cities
Where you cannot see the pollution
The sky opens its doors
To a crowd who realizes
That though you cannot see your hand
In front of your face,
The heavens have never been
More beautiful.

What I Never Felt

I have never touched a sunset.
I have never wrapped my arms around
The rays fading from the horizon,
But I don’t need to in order to know
That it would never feel as warm as your hugs.
I cannot say I have tasted heaven,
So until I do,
Heaven will taste like your lips on mine,
When you wake me up with a kiss.
If I could pull every star from the night sky,
They would be less numerous
Than the millions of times
You have made me laugh.
I can also say
I have never experienced
Jumping off a cliff into the ocean below.
The emptiness of the free fall
Meeting with the icy cold water.
Yet I can guess
That it would feel a lot like
You leaving me behind.
If I were to walk through the desert blindfolded,
I know that if I were to take off the obstruction
That I would be right where I started,
Because the journey doesn’t matter
If your destination doesn’t exist.
Now I wake up every dawn
Floating on an iceberg
On the sea of my own loneliness.
I could drink my coffee black every morning
And it wouldn’t taste as bitter as your name on my tongue.
I deserve better than the Antarctic.
I deserve better than a journey across the desert to nowhere.
I deserve better than a note on your pillow
With only four words
Telling me you won’t be back.
I deserve sunsets.
I deserve starlight.

I deserve goodbye.