I wrote this in 11th grade, age 17. This one was a little bit deeper than the other poems about Nathan. I was remembering some nightmarish events from my past.
Mascara runs down my cheeks
Blending in with tears
My heart not finding what it seeks
I've been exposed to all my fears
But none are worse than this I face
For I go numb when the heart breaks
Now I am just taking up space
This world is full of stupid fakes
My eyes burn from all of my crying
Bloodshot and red, needing rest
After him, I felt like dying
But then I met you...you were the best
You treat me right and make me feel
All there is in love
And this time, it's real
[6 Editor's Choice Awards winner from poetry.com]
Art may be dead, but I'm still an artist.
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