Perfection To My Ugly

Clouds
they are not sad
moonlight
trying so hard to understand
stars
ever staring into a beautiful nothing
perfection to my ugly

my words are the most
beautiful thing i possess
who i really am
don’t be charmed
by my madness
derailing the balance
between that which
you thought to be true
and that which haunts you
neither is me

you tried to
box me up
cemented over and forgotten
a distant dream
that once held you
with my words

words can get inside you
beautiful word’s are
worst of all
whispering soft familiar enchantment
of clouds, moonlight, and stars
the beauty of who i am
does not need approval

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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