Darling, Maybe it's because you weren't too loud when you talked,
or because your lips stuttered and your mind was occupied,
Perhaps you were a little too shy to talk to them about your interests,
to debate with them about what you think matters in this world,
so they just brushed you off and labelled you a loser
Unaware of the universe you hide inside you,
unaware of your beauty and grace.
YOU ARE READING
Fragments
Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
