What A Beautiful Eyesore

My heart and soul for a year, it means a lot, it's the most honest thing I've ever written.

 

A cold December evening,

Some time not too long ago

We layed together as we always had

Wrapped in each other's loving arms.

You say into my weary eyes, "You are truly beautiful,

As wonderous as the east at dawn,

The world's rebirth at winter's death,

Or a splash of warmth from fire's breath.

You're beautiful, and I love you."
I dive into your emerald eyes,

And with every ounce of strength, reply:

"I am beautiful,

As beautiful as an ember's ash,

Cracked and broken autumn leaves,

Feigned, fake smiles we hope to achieve

Or love we choose to disbelieve.

Oh yes, my dear, I am beautiful."

 

It seems I am forever captured

In a whirlwind of his warm embrace,

In torrents of I love yous,

And brushes with my own self hate.

He speaks to me in foreign tongues

When he speaks of such beautiful things

And says that I am equal.

To what do I owe the mercy he brings?
For he is an angel

With muscular wings,

Joyously graceful with every stride;

I do not deserve to be by his side.

 

Peering into my reflection,

I smudge away a cosmetic catastrophe

That mask the way I truly am.

An icy stare into my own eyes

Had once spoken painful words,

"What an eyesore".

Awakened tears from endless cries

Sprung forth once more from woeful eyes.

What a beautiful eyesore.

 

On the cold December night

Some time not too long ago,

I introduced you to my demons

And reaquainted with myself.

You believe that I am beautiful.

When fathoms of sorrow swirl in my eyes,

When my body is reaped, when my soul is maimed,

You dare speak the words that you love me the same?
And to what do I owe such mercy and grace?
What might compel you to pity me so

For you are an angel

With wings that fly low.

I will never know what it is that you see

That might make you think I am beautiful.

And our fate is unsolved, unresolved,

But to see through your eyes might set my soul free.

That you might love a beautiful eyesore like me.

Reviews

[Marc Mccune]

Holly,
this is excellent! You have a way with words...using the right ones in the right places.

"Peering into my reflection,
I smudge away a cosmetic catastrophe
That mask the way I truly am.
An icy stare into my own eyes
Had once spoken painful words:
"What an eyesore."
Awakened tears from endless cries
Sprung forth once more from woeful eyes.
What a beautiful eyesore."

This stanza could stand alone. Though the complete poem is equally well written.

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BRAVO !GOLF CLAP AND ALL ! Holly that was wonderful . It does'nt matter how often you write as long as it comes out just like that , honest , soul baring .Don't you know though? That's how it feels to be in love with someone .You'll never understand why they feel the same about you because we are too damned busy feeling lucky and blessed to attain such a high from the mere existence of one that does that to us . Now you know that you can't stop . Not when you are capable of this level of authorship.

[Mila]

This is quite a beautiful poem to which I can whole-heartedly relate. Very expressive and thoughtful. Keep up the good work.

[Taja B.]

I really liked this poem....great piece!