To Be Beautiful Means To Be Yourself. You Don’t Need To Be Accepted By Others. You Need To Accept Yourself

Maybe I can’t find the words to say what you mean to me,

but my actions speak louder than anything I could voice

I will show my love for you in everything I do

Blue

The ocean of your eye's

I so easily drowned in

I should learn to swim

Blue

The color everything wear's when I'm with you

I get so dizzy too easily

Blue

The late nights, we were separate but one

Insomnia hath its way too easily with me

Blue

The emotions I feel when I see you with another

You have no idea the amount of happiness and despair you bring

Blue

Water shimmering, I saw your reflection in my dream

I should be over this by now

Blue

Mellow and sweet like Julia

Yet deep, the ocean has nothing on you

Watching the ocean late at night does me no good

Blue

The moon is beautiful indeed

It compares to an incomplete quilt around you

Man I give compliments too easily

Blue

You are a Lily, Arum, I a weed

My plant's at least will never reject me

Blue

Lonely nights I listen to your voice

I think I can hear it right now

These ears are too sensitive

Blue

We just friends and that's okay

After all

Peasants don't get with queens

2018.05.17

These I have loved

A great tall girl, full of blue

Inviting lips, sweet to the eye but never tasted

Glasses that were black but now are pink

A voice of the ocean, Like waves hitting the breakwater

Of hair so perfect, Aphrodite should blush

A figure akin to the sun setting on the horizon

A connection so deep, the ocean has nothing on it

The future that lights up my nighttime

A conversation of Apple's and taste

Two people so together- hot and cold water

The sound of soothing poetry

A great tall girl

Yes,

These I have loved

I loved to write for you, I used to send you postcards, And I absolutely liked it so muchhhh. Then you told me to stop. Why do I love you and hate you

i bury words beneath my tongue

like we bury people once they're gone,

i worry that your mouth might

unearth them with a kiss

but sometimes i just wonder

what you hide behind your lips.

i want to tell you i love you

like a song completely new,

i don't want to sound

like some cover,

a reprise without the truth.

my love speaks in French,

but you only know English,

my love sounds like nonsense

and i don't think that you're fluent.

my love sounds like a splutter,

when it's really a language to learn;

it should resound like a symphony,

a tumbling tongue and a stutter

is not what you deserve.

My lover had a lover

oh it wasn’t fun

but I loved him like no other

oh it wasn’t fun

wasted time is pure golden

in the red eye of the beholder

Take my hand because I can’t see

all the things I let you do to me

counting tears as they fall up

I’m upside down, and totally fucked

I won’t dare let you let me down

for you made me a fool, a goddamn clown

Ah that motherfucker, there she is, what a bitch

This may be a sad chapter but you are not a sad story

Aeschylus, tr. by Mary Lefkowitz and Romm James, from Plays; “Helen,”