i will weave you into
the borders of my existence
strong hands, smooth lips, moments
where eyes met pavement when
they should have met my own

i will remember it all,
the way that you stood there
and grew roots instead of
keeping up, don't feel bad,
almost no one can

i thought you were different,
but even brilliance can be
poisoned by doubt

beauty doesn't get you
anything of value,
just things, things that are
fleeting and unimportant,
beauty gets you objects that
grow stale and stupid,
objects that rot and wither,
objects that disappear

i'd rather lose this face forever