Today I wore no makeup
and I've been doing so for quite some time.
'Effortless beauty', my friends say.
Others disagree and say I look exhausted,
but don't think too much of it.
Most. Look. Right. Through. Me.
My features are smooth and innocent though.
My eyes stand out like two blue diamonds,
at the bottom of a well.
My lips and cheeks are as rosy as they can get,
with so little life inside of me.
And my cheekbones slowly edging out,
as loneliness breaks my spirit more and more each day.
They look and yet they don't see at all.
Plain is all I am to them.
Plain and cold and different.
When inside my heart there's a fire,
itching to get out.
A fire they wouldn't understand.
A fire that would burn their souls.
A fire they would never see,
because plain is all I'll ever be.
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This is the first poem I've ever written, so it seems right it should be the first one in this collection. I've only recently started to write poetry and nothing has ever felt as cathartic as putting thoughts and feelings to paper. This collection is for the stars, for him, for them and most importantly for myself.
YOU ARE READING
for the stars
Poetrypoetry, from my heart to yours ✨ some of these poems are from my Instagram account (dedicated purely to my own poetry) - @thegirl_on_themoon. However, others are either improved versions or completely new, unseen ones. pictures are also by me. I wil...
