Calliope
My starshine
You are poetry in motion
cliché, I know
But you have a poet's soul,
obscured by labels on the boxes you're trapped in
obscured by crushing infatuations
obscured by the hatred you can't let go of
I'm hopeless, I know
There will always be someone else
more gorgeous, more talented;
more like you.
I can live with that, if they make you happy...
If they deserve you.
They haven't all.
You deserve the best...
(I'm probably not the best)
but I'd love to have a place by your side,
at least until you find someone better.
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Poetry