Poetry is so difficult to write these days
because all of the beautiful words have been checked out –
but I will try my best to tell you
that your eyes are prettiest when they’re dry
and those voices inside of your head are lying
when they say;
you are emptier than the sky after a downpour,
lonelier than a branch in autumn’s midst,
uglier than the heart of a murderer,
and sadder than you were the day before.
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Keep your eyes dry and keep your lips curled, darling,
I’m sorry that these beautiful words were so long past overdue