Not being attractive outwardly opened my eyes
into seeing more than beautiful sights.
It delivered me from preconceptions
of perceiving the world through vanity lenses.
It tore down walls of misconceptions
that appearances are the only reflections.

I hope that you stay
And wait till the end.
You don't look into my eyes
The way you did when it began.
Why do I still feel the same;
A feeling that remains,
Or  is it all just in my brain
This hope  untamed.

I no longer mourn the dead
I mourn the living,
For they build thick walls
From their past hurting.
they say they deserve love
Yet feel they are never enough.
They put on a stoic face,
And freeze their veins
To avoid any kind of feelings.
'The walking dead' living as though
they have but one last breath.