The Burden Of Worship

I watched as the twilight
Traced lines across the contour of your smile  
Giving way to the poignant ubiqiuties  
of every genuine expression that you gave  
Each blemish accenting  
the unrecognized exactness  
permeating through your veiled  
cover-up-dilemma  
Acknowledging more  
than the fragility  
of physical attraction
Cursing the trivial standards  
perpetuated by artless fuck boys  
and gossip girl cliques  
That ransacked your self image  
to the point of starvation  
and , of mind and body  
I could never seem earnest  
when mentioning how you glistened  
brighter than any high I stumbled upon  
And , When waist line insecurities  
became an all encompassing hinderance  
to your happiness  
It was the desperate look  
of hopelessness  
that spurred my unnatural wrath  
Longing to fight for your well being  
when it was a futile pursuit  
I became the same villain  
as those that shamed your very identity  
It just seemed so wrong  
for you not to see  
what I saw in and of you