Notes To You

-twenty six-

people keep reminding me,

you are a liar,

you aren't worth my time, 

i'm too good for you. 

But if your words were lies,

my poetry doesn't paint pictures better than the setting sun,

my eyes aren't as blue as the oceans crashing waves,

my eyebrows don't frame my face like it's priceless art,

all those words, are lies,

if you aren't worth my time who is?

and if i'm too good for you, 

who will make you shout, cry and love in a way I couldn't?

who will leave you breathless,

screaming in agony, 

loving without limits?

because from the way your lips corners turn down,

with a look of pity on your face,

i know it was never me.