Tuesday, September 30, 2014

untold

the first time i saw you,
your hair was messy,
your eyes were shining,
and you had a smile
spread wide across your face.
you were absolutely beautiful,
but I didn't tell you so

we stayed up late at night,
sharing laughs and telling stories,
spilling secrets and speaking our minds,
and somewhere between
the whispers and giggles,
I fell in love with you,
because you were absolutely
beautiful, but I didn't tell you so.

eventually we got closer
and I saw the darker side of you.
I learned your fears and insecurities,
the things that keep you up at night

you thought it would scare me away,
but I wasn't going anywhere. 
I thought you were absolutely
beautiful, but I didn't tell you so

Time passed,
and I began to see you change.
your eyes were no longer shining,
and you didn't have that smile
spread wide across your face.
Even though you couldn't see it,
you were absolutely beautiful,
but I didn't tell you so.

one day at school,
you didn't show up,
and i just figured you were sick.
I never thought it could be anything more than a simple illness.

The next day I heard the news,
and i didn't want to believe it.
I knew it was the truth
but I couldn't bear the thought.
They had found you
in the bathroom
writs cut,
neck tied,
lifeless..
but still beautiful. 

And you never knew it. 

But this is what you were-
absolutely beautiful,
and I should have told you so.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

the gun

my poetry is a loaded gun.
and I'm never quite sure
if the bullets are hate, hurt, or love.