Sincerly, The Unpoetic

Beautiful girl, I watch as
The light in your eyes
        Dim,
As they begin to shine just
        A little less.
And I hear as your quiet voice
Shakes. It’s lugubrious,
Quivering while you explain;
While you excuse all your worst
Mistakes. But,
     Still—
Each word your mouth lets escape
Takes my breath
         Away.

Beautiful girl— Tell me,
Why are you crying
              Again?
There’s no need to be sad, you
Have what most girls don’t
But wish they did. //
Someone who loves you, who’s
    Insouciant / unsettled
Not disturbed by those secrets
You’re not so good at keeping,
Quiet . .  
        Hidden.
In the dark, troubled corners
Behind your tired brown eyes.
Rather than concerning, finds your
Darkness enticing— full of,
Beautifully damaged convictions.
You may not have money, a car
Or a place of your own;
But you’ve always had something
    More.
Someone loves you enough to,
Write you
         A poem.

I’m not a poet, I’m not an
         [ Artist ]—
But I do hope I’m the person
You wish you never left, the
Chance you regret never taking,
I hope I’m that whisper,
    “What if?”
And I wish I knew if you ever
Wished to go back.
I may not be a poet, but I’m
Here as I’ve always been.
Not as an artist, just an addict
                         With a, pen.