I Felt Beautiful
Tell Them. Do Not Hide
I am fascinated; you are not what I am accustomed to.
My mind stimulated; I am not used to a challenge and I do not trust you.
My reservations evacuated; my senses dulled, and I am drawn to you.
From silence, I am emancipated; curious that you exist here too.
Standing alone in my room,
Reflecting on my last look at you.
Depictions of hurt and strain,
Sensing that you have known pain.
I cannot help but refer back to myself,
I walk to the mirror for help
Though this life has made me cruel
For that moment in your presence, I felt beautiful.
I am worthless when the sun goes down,
I have issues underneath this permanent frown.
I am adjacent to my former self.
I see her smile and I realize that, that is really all of her that is left.
Laying alone in my room; in my mind I feel that impending doom.
I hear the voice in my head saying, don’t trust you,
I feel the ice of my heart entombed.
Screaming but no voice; laughing with no sound,
I am fading with the waning moon, my feet are riveted to the ground.
Then I reflect on my life and what I have been through,
Again, I am reminded that you made me feel beautiful.
We collide and fall away together, cosmic souls forever.
Finding a life friend; not having to pretend
Pounding away at the dust, burying greed and lust,
A combination of compromise; a perfect temperament for clarity to arrive.
Paving the way with conversation and thoughts; sharing the contents of our hearts,
Drowning in the clouds of contentment; brushing away resentment.
Opening up my ears to hear your mind; finding it easier to gaze upon you in time.
Walking around my room;
Wishing that you could walk with me too.
Realizing that all of this just maybe a lie.
Maybe this is my dream and I will soon open my eyes.
Though to me, life has been cruel.
I can never overlook the fact that you made me feel beautiful.