UGLY
Dec 16, 2020
I could tell you the words I need to hear,
I could write them backwards,
So I could read them in a mirror,
In you
And wish I believed in them like you do,
But I have this fear of the horse,
Like a Trojan fear of falling back,
To what was,
Hating that I still find you beautiful,
Almost like I held onto the notion,
That endings make us ugly,
Apparently,
But your tears make your eyes sparkle,
Give your highlights some pomp, and
Glow like you have never cried,
At sunsets,
When the windows in your face,
Only reflect a vacant space,
Where once a flame of passion,
Burned bright,
Take my hand, trembling as it is,
I hope you find closure in the tremors,
And watch the loose pieces of you
Fall away
~ Frankhie
