Poems from the Heart.

Beautiful To Me

You're beautiful to me, Megan.

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My realizaton comes to this:

You don't see yourself

The way that I see you

I'll look up and smile

And for the first time

It feels true

I want to be happy

But, the fake cannot be real

I have lived a drowning lie

They say they see happiness

Floating, sparkling, dancing

Upon my naked eye

But, I wasn't happy

Back then before

Not often or long, at least

Then I met you

And you seemed different

Not such a horrible beast

I decided that I liked you

Not in any like or form

But just a subtle liking

We got closer

And for the first time

My insides were not crying

You have made me happy

But, then I came to see

That you have something I don't have

Self-Hatred

You told me more than once

That it's all your fault

Which I don't understand

You're lovely, Megan

Smart, funny, and talented

You have brought me something that not many can

Happiness

Sure, I may seem glad

When I may be sad

Perhaps I have gone mad

But you made me smile

One I haven't seen in a while

Then, you put your "problems" in a pile

You tell me you're not good

You tell me you're not great

But, no matter what you say to me

I'll want to see your face

Live for me, please?

I don't want to be scared again

You're frightening me with this talk

Please, don't do it again

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You're my best friend, Megan. Even more than I could ever really want. Don't do it again. Please?

And, if you look closely, you'll see that I twisted around a stansa of my poem about somebody judging me. No matter what, I know you're you, and nothing can change that. I'll never judge you for who you aren't, or even for who you are.

Don't say you're bad because you're different. I love you because you are. Don't leave me. Please. I don't care how much you just can't stand it... LIVE. Please. Please. Please.

Don't leave me.