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Unbeautiful Misery
This is misery made beautiful right before your eyes.
With every little breath taken, and every word
Drawn on the page,
Ready to be read like a cause.
Formal, instead of
Abrupt and passionate.
Emotions plotted on paper, cold with over thought.
Over-wrought words you don't know the meaning of,
you just know they sound good falling off your lips
Like pearls of wisdom... or of something else
a little more nefarious.
This is the undoing of beauty,
right before your eyes.
Heated arguements weren't supposed to be
Planned out on paper
Charted in memory
Before the act occurs,
Before the curtains are hung
And the actors are cast.
So, why do you carry this
Grief, of nothing,
To unload on someone,
Who has no idea,
What your intention is
When you say, 'you just don't
love me enough.'
"I just don't
Matter enough."
This is not enough.
You continue to rewrite your
Play with words and emotions,
Instead of finding someone to
Act the part, you create someone
Who'll fit your mold better
Than any real person could ever.
4:01 AM 1/9/04
