they say beauty doesn't last forever
it's also said beauty is in the eye of the beholder
so one of these things cannot be true
because if I spend the rest of my life with you
and if every day you say I am pretty
then as long as you live I'll keep my beauty
but who do you see, my view of the mirror?
or a million pieces that cannot be put together?
I think that's why all of my friends don't last
they think it's easy to someone who looks like that
until they are cut by my broken, shattered edges
I'm left with my face, nothing more, nothing less.
one day my hair will gray and my eyes will fade
and I'll just be someone due for a grave
unless you love me, then I will be young and beautiful
until death separates us two lovesick fools
I hope I die first so I never leave your gaze
and that you will love me for all of our days.
but it is not that i want to be pretty forever
but that you will always be my beholder.

i don't dog-ear the pages of my books
because i really hate the way it looks
pages are meant to be read and not bent
i could never bring myself to do it.
until i came across your poetry
that changed my life into a love story
you were chapter books and vintage music
you had a hair brush; you never used it
i found poems you wrote on gum wrappers
all for me, my very own love letters
but every act ends so you left stage right
and left all your poems for me to find
we may have both moved on but we once cared
i even dog-eared the chapter we shared
i bent the pages of my book for you
because that's what people like you do.