#unremarkable - Hello Poetry

I am nervous. I feel the moths in my belly, The kind that make you sick. The kind where you are worrying But have not been given the reason to. I am worried that I love them. I am nervous that they will break me. I am scared that they will wake up, And see me as unworthy. Unworthy of being called beautiful. Unworthy of their presence. Unworthy of their love, And maybe I am. They are so good to me, More than I could have asked for. More than I could have dreamed of. I wished for someone to love me for me. To see me as something special, But I never have been. I am not the golden child. I am not remarkably intelligent. I do not have a special talent. I am remarkably unremarkable, And maybe I never have been worthy.

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Aug 15, 2025

Aug 15, 2025 at 12:53 AM UTC

LeesLostWritings

Remarkably Unremarkable

I am nervous. I feel the moths in my belly, The kind that make you sick. The kind where you are worrying But have not been given the reason to. I am worried that I love them. I am nervous that they will break me. I am scared that they will wake up, And see me as unworthy. Unworthy of being called beautiful. Unworthy of their presence. Unworthy of their love, And maybe I am. They are so good to me, More than I could have asked for. More than I could have dreamed of. I wished for someone to love me for me. To see me as something special, But I never have been. I am not the golden child. I am not remarkably intelligent. I do not have a special talent. I am remarkably unremarkable, And maybe I never have been worthy.

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I look across the street at the woman walking by. Her slender form in bright reds dressed, a beating crimson heart against the exsanguinated grey of dry asphalt. I look across the street and dare not move. Because my mother raised me undeserving of the time of someone whom bleeds life into an exsanguinated day. I look across the street and nothing more. As my father taught me to live unremarkable and let all songbids fade away from memory... I could not walk with her. I lay here on ashen asphalt and wait for the red to bleed out of sight. I look across the street and exsanguinate any hope of lasting love.

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May 31, 2025

May 31, 2025 at 1:39 PM UTC

Xororoth

Exsanguinated

I look across the street at the woman walking by. Her slender form in bright reds dressed, a beating crimson heart against the exsanguinated grey of dry asphalt. I look across the street and dare not move. Because my mother raised me undeserving of the time of someone whom bleeds life into an exsanguinated day. I look across the street and nothing more. As my father taught me to live unremarkable and let all songbids fade away from memory... I could not walk with her. I lay here on ashen asphalt and wait for the red to bleed out of sight. I look across the street and exsanguinate any hope of lasting love.

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swaying in the breeze standing bright against the leaves lovely as can be

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Feb 18, 2021

Feb 18, 2021 at 1:23 AM UTC

si-vales-valeo

Flower

swaying in the breeze standing bright against the leaves lovely as can be

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