don’t tell me you aren’t beautiful
don’t tell me you aren’t smart
don’t tell me you weren’t meant to be;
if only the world could see
if only you could see
what I saw every time I glanced over at you
and looked into your eyes
every time you made me laugh
every time we laid in bed
and traced our foreign days together
what was that if not beauty?
every time you spoke for hours
about the aesthetics of life and love
what was that if not intelligence?
all the things you’ve said to me
so blindly self-deprecating
and it hurts when you believe it;
you took that to the end
you were born a shooting star but never shot
never streamed across the northern skies in your private colors
and will the world know why?
you chased a dream you never saw
the dream of being yourself, of being happy
and for once,
if you could have been happy for once
would you still have left me?
if I could hear your voice again,
would I follow you home?
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