Floating in the Cosmos
I like pretty things,
That dazzle,
Sparkle,
Shine.
I carefully collect all the beauty that I find,
Because I never want to forget it,
Be without it,
Or leave it behind.
I carry it in my heart home.
Decorate it,
Care for it,
Tend to it,
I even let you in.
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I am a storybook,
A fairytale,
Prose,
Poetry.
Whichever form I presented in,
One thing was for certain,
You never poured over every word.
Now I’m just your daydream,
Your fantasy,
Some girl who hung your moon.
You seek me out,
Search through the files of your mind,
So you can try to know me after all this time.
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I’ll laugh once for all the years you could have tried.
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I tread the waters in the orange and yellow:
Adventurous, thoughtful, considerate.
Even littered with pink:
A sensitive soul,
Pursuing love, art, and freedom.
But, had you dove to the bottom of the sea,
You would’ve found more water,
And you would’ve had to learn how to swim.
To discover that I am maroon deep:
Wise, curious, intuitive,
A strong connection to the divine.
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While we were fighting about the dishes,
The laundry,
The state the living room was in,
You failed to realize,
You were another one of those beautiful things,
I had collected,
To protect in my heart home.
You avoided paying rent,
And criticized the messiness,
In the wrong abode.
I’ll give you a hint,
It’s the one that you still won’t leave.
It’s not that I am letting you stay,
Oh no,
I’ve got the broom in hand,
But you’re too busy searching for yourself,
In all that I am.
Your heels are cemented,
Thinking maybe it’s just time.
But the truth of you is ugly,
A bend of reality,
Maybe even a lie.
How would you self-identify,
Through eyes that aren’t mine?
How will your heart love,
When it’s not nestled in the center of my design?