You...
You are composed of the prettiest
things, inside and out, and I miss

the point of why you trouble, why
your tears pull and cry for the

missing of another, clearly he
doesn’t see, it doesn’t phase, he

finds the worth in not being within
your gaze, but nothing comes to

gain, not without you, you’re
beautiful that way, without

the slightly salted soaked eyes,
and the quivering of the lips, let

him be so gone, let him take those
feelings of abandonment and
forgetfulness away, just because,

and I’ll always say, you’re beautiful
that way.