Athella,
You are still beautiful to me -
you, with your tired eyes
and pouting lips,
blood-red and drooping
at the corners.
You are still beautiful to me
with your disheveled hair
the color of night,
and your smudged mascara
that you probably applied yesterday.
You are still beautiful
though your eyes are
rimmed with red.
Beyond the dark circles
that constantly ring them,
they are every shade of blue
all in one -
a vast ocean that drowns me
every time I look into them.
I still don't approve of
your latest boyfriend,
the one who drags you around
to every club and bar under the sun
on school nights
when you should be
sleeping or studying.
Your grades have dropped
because of him -
or so Koren tells me.
He's a detriment to you
and I wish you would just
leave him -
because you, too, know that
he isn't worth your time.
In all honesty, I
have never liked any
of your boyfriends,
partly because all of them
are boys,
and mostly because
none of them are me.
They all have the privilege of
being by your side
whenever they want -
and even if it doesn't last long,
they are there, and I am not,
and I can't approve of that
at all.
Of course, my opinion on that
doesn't matter -
just look at where I am now
in relation to you.
I wish I was the only one for you;
I wish I could be the person
who would cheer you up
and turn your tired frowns
into laughing smiles.
I wish that I was there
at your side all these nights
so you would never be pressured
into accompanying
your now-boyfriend
to those clubs that haunt
your ever-blue eyes
and rim them with sadness
and shadows.
With love,
Rhys
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Poetry"Some things in this world cannot be unsaid, Athella - and my love for you, irrefutably, is one of them." In which Rhys pens out her feelings for the illustriously broken Athella Halle. Cover made by @HailPerseusJackson © Makenna Collette (@mack-col...
