I Know Better

If beauty were a star, she’d be the night sky.
Everybody sees a joyous soul
whimsical, caring, full of light.
From across the room she glows, just simply through existing.
Her smile is that of magic,
just one little taste and you’re addicted.
People stop and stare, each day
getting lost in the mysterious murky depths of her blue crystal eyes
Desperately wanting to know more about this mystifying grace.
But I know better.
Much more than a porcelain face is a dusted off heart,
patched up one too many times.
Beautiful on the outside, even more so on the inside.
When she loves, she loves as if she is gravity and you are the moon.
Her devotion is a force of nature.
When you grab ahold of her heart, she does not surrender,
she’ll never give up on you,
like you gave up on her.
If strength was water, she’d be an ocean.
The world sees her as untouched, unscathed,
never broken.
But I know better.
Her heart, a white picket fence, is dusty and old,
cluttered with cracks from being used, in fact
but painted over again and again,
and as time withers away each fresh coat;
she’ll be repainted; brand new, once more.

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I'm a Writing Major at Grand Valley State University. I enjoy playing guitar, singing, hanging out with friends, and of course, writing!