I do feel so empty
I do feel so distant
I know I'm not pretty
but I'm so different

I am very lonely
I am very hesitant
I know I'm not jolly
but I'm so tolerant

Maybe I am not holy
and I have no talent
I know I'm so silly
but I'm so persistent

My voice is not pitiful
and I don't look elegant
I know I'm not beautiful
as you really want

I know I am not lovely
and I am not insolent
I know I am so ugly
but I try to be innocent

I know no one loves me
but only my parent
All are devils around me
and I am the opponent

along the edge, the edge
of season. the coast with
slow limits.

the glass anomaly
swept the edges
golden, in proportion.

Despite my reservations, you have often stated that we are two sides of the same coin.
So why can't I see your face on it right now?
I strongly believe that in order to destroy anything that I perceive to be an ideal, you removed the side of the coin that bore your face.

She loves the
darkness.
It’s like a scar on
her soul.
She constantly complains about
my drinking,
yet daily, she fades
to black.
Sleep, oh what an
escape, but she
rapes the sunrise with
worry and
dreams deferred.
I write by candlelight because
she’s in a  
foul mood.
It’s like a tomb.

Being rich
has to do with money.
Feeling rich however
has nothing to do with what you own.


Shell ✨🐚