You are beautiful,
A tease,
You are new around here.
And yet you find love faster than me.
The world is bored of me,
Of my type.
Easily pleased,
But emotionally complex.
Simple but smart,
Beautiful but challenged.
No one has room for me.
But you,
You radiate kindness,
You're sensitive and sweet,
But I am respectful not kind,
I'm closed and distant,
I can't read people like you can.
No one has patience for me.
You are fun,
You are loved,
But I am rusty,
Neglected.
No one has time for me.
You are adventurous,
You are outgoing,
But I am alone,
In my own world.
No one has learned me.
I'm not jealous of you,
I love you.
I just wish I had more of your qualities,
Clearly, I'm the problem.
Because no one can interpret me.
You are the pretty one,
I'm the weird one.
I'm okay with this.
But no one likes weird.
No one but you.
But I don't adore you in that way.
Help me be you.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryIt's a poetry book. For poetry. Edgar Allen Poe-etry. (These poems have nothing to do with Edgar Allen Poe. I saw the pun and I made it.)
