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?