Every beautiful thing is broken,
every beautiful thing is scarred.
You cover with makeup,
all the things you once were-
all the things that made you alive,
you pale away.
Learning to be alive and uninhibited,
in a world that seems to lack color-
in a world that seems so unforgiving.
Tracks run, and gums bleed-
you fight for the real that will someday come,
a world that seems to lack a top-
a climax point.
Hands keep you stable,
palm in palm, skin.
You breathe the same air,
see the same light-
is the beauty uncovered?
People are people on every stage,
there is a life after high-
there is feeling, and brutal honesty-
and it is alright.
It is alright.
Author notes
I know what you are going through Lexxi, nothing seems as real when you come down- but if you wait long enough, and breathe deep enough- and believe...there is a different beautiful out there...and you may not be ready to leave what you had, but it is so worth it. It is.
A contest entry
- For My Girlfriend. by SmileFromGlasgow.
1927 points, ended October 9, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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You Understand
Yes. Yes, to your poem. I love this. I think you deeply understand what I'm going through, this beautiful poem illustrates that. Everything that is said within those lines speaks so clearly to addiction and the aftermath, coming down from it. One thousand stars. Thank you.
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