simplicity

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for you to say,
everything we touch,
be extravagant,
and cliche,
just to have,
a semblance of significance,
would be a lie,
in my eyes.

and for you to say,
i must
throw my money,
out the window,
and silence,
my own needs,
just to impress,
your fleeting love,
would be barbaric,
and out of touch.

and for everyone
around me to say,
that i must,
paint my nails,
and do my hair,
just to not loathe myself,
every sight i peak of me,
in that cracked and jaded mirror,
would be dehumanizing,
and simply not right.

because grandeur,
and riches,
does not equal,
feelings and adoration.

the warm fuzzy ache
in your stomach.

or the relief,
of looking in the mirror,
and loving what you see,
messy hair and all.

and it does not come
even close to equaling,
the love i could've felt for you,
if only,
you could've put aside,
all that money and fame,
and saw me,
the way i see you.

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