The reason why I keep my feelings to myself,
is because I can't explain them.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

poems
do not have to rhyme
in fact
the best ones
often do not

you dont like poetry
especially mine
why cant you understand
that every word is not exaggerated
but it is exactly what I think
just covered in silk robes
and crowned with flower petals
why can't you understand
that I dream of
green forest
and crystal clear oceans
that I am not trying to be edgy
I'm just trying to understand
myself

dont you want to be beautiful
unnaturally beautiful
so beautiful
you seem to float
an angel
I wish I was beautiful
the kind where I'm unaware
unaware that everyone has fallen in love with me
but I know
that I am not
because I watched you
as you watched her
and
you
never
even
notices