girl and boy
You're so beautiful, yet, you don't even know it.
Maybe once, once before things started to happen, you knew. Before certain eyes looked certain ways. Before certain boys caught certain eyes. Before everything that was once quiet became loud and raucous. It was in your face, grabbing it by the lashes and telling them to curl to that perfect crescent. Before the moon left your side and instead night lights lit the strobe to blocky midnight memories. Before certain foods contained certain dangers, and certain dangers caused certain shame. Before danger left and became a muse of that certain forgotten shame. Before class rank dealt with class itself, and parents were reasons for certain debts that pulled that rank down. Before those certain boys told you that the life of the party was more than life itself after that certain gulp. Before that certain curb became your certain couch. Before certain eyes looked certain ways. Ways away from what is so beautiful.
You're so charming, yet, you don't even know it.
Maybe before, once before things started to grab your attention, you knew. Before certain beautiful images fiddled across the hall before fluttering eyes. Before certain suits meant certain implications. Before certain torn up pants became rich and famous. Before certain genes meant certain heights, but certain heights came only in inches and the others were ignored. Before certain love became a fashion and the attire was interchangable. Before enhancement this and enhancement that became under weight and under matched. Before certain skin meant certain glances and certain talk became certain chances. Before "Nothing else matters" became the slogan of Wednesday night parties. And parties were the society that chased you down that hole. Before they pulled, and matted, and strectched, and beat your inner strengths until they were nothing but like everything else that is lonely and depressed and strickened with anxiety. Before the anti became in. Before life seemed to mean so much less. Before certain eyes looked certain ways. Ways away from what is so charming.
You're somebody, but nobody knows it for certain.
Maybe once, once before things started to happen, you knew. Before certain eyes looked certain ways. Before certain boys caught certain eyes. Before everything that was once quiet became loud and raucous. It was in your face, grabbing it by the lashes and telling them to curl to that perfect crescent. Before the moon left your side and instead night lights lit the strobe to blocky midnight memories. Before certain foods contained certain dangers, and certain dangers caused certain shame. Before danger left and became a muse of that certain forgotten shame. Before class rank dealt with class itself, and parents were reasons for certain debts that pulled that rank down. Before those certain boys told you that the life of the party was more than life itself after that certain gulp. Before that certain curb became your certain couch. Before certain eyes looked certain ways. Ways away from what is so beautiful.
You're so charming, yet, you don't even know it.
Maybe before, once before things started to grab your attention, you knew. Before certain beautiful images fiddled across the hall before fluttering eyes. Before certain suits meant certain implications. Before certain torn up pants became rich and famous. Before certain genes meant certain heights, but certain heights came only in inches and the others were ignored. Before certain love became a fashion and the attire was interchangable. Before enhancement this and enhancement that became under weight and under matched. Before certain skin meant certain glances and certain talk became certain chances. Before "Nothing else matters" became the slogan of Wednesday night parties. And parties were the society that chased you down that hole. Before they pulled, and matted, and strectched, and beat your inner strengths until they were nothing but like everything else that is lonely and depressed and strickened with anxiety. Before the anti became in. Before life seemed to mean so much less. Before certain eyes looked certain ways. Ways away from what is so charming.
You're somebody, but nobody knows it for certain.
posted by Henry at 12:46 AM
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