I would like to believe it's just my opinionated pessimism getting the best of my poetry.. But the truth is sad and simple, and unfortunately unpoetic.                              The world is becoming more and more self-obsessed.                                         The people are becoming more and more self-possessed.                            The face of humanity is becoming more and more generic, envious, and grossly contemptuous.                                 The truth is not something the angry world likes to hear. It makes them scowl, it makes them sick, and it makes them foolish.                                                The truth is not something the foolish can comprehend.                                           The truth is not the magicial pixie dust starlight within you..                                      The truth is MORE than YOU.                   And that truely is the truth that the self-seekers cannot stand.

She noticed him and he noticed her, there was a sparkle in their eyes. They would meet through a mutual friend. He smiled and said hi. She noticed his ****** piercings and asked if it hurt. Both with big smiles. He noticed her brown hair that was curly like curly fries.
They talked got to know one another he was brown and she was mixed. She enjoyed his company, he was not use to anyone caring because he grew up with tough love. They spent time together it was rewarding and all new to this late bloomer. He remembered the first time they kissed it was magicial intense his heart skipped a beat things felt right for once.
Eventually it would be short lived since the puppy love fadee away. From close to complete stranger being in the same room was no longer possible. They got anxiety and not able to communicate.