a broken heart is more beautiful to me
and you, as a weeping mess, i find it drawing
they called it gorgeous tragedy
when the brightness left your eyes
and the glow about your person slipped away
still i could not help but stare
when others let you be
eyes are wont to wander
mine to yours, you turned from me but
i saw you glance back to
catch my unsettling obsession
not with your pain.. it's just
i can feel you and it makes me smile
despite the way you hurt
i ache for your unreachable warmth
comforting arms and to be the
source of your smile this
universe could not be so perfect
as my thoughts at present
as they rest, solely, with you
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