Beauty VIII

You're afraid to trust
You've only been laid in the name of lust
You're tired of the games, you must
Find a guy who more than mainly a fuck
The heartache, it sucks
I see the pain right through your chest
Your heart strains to maintain a regular beat pace
As you fight through the stress
Tired of being lonely
But tired of heartbreak
I'm writing this poem to the instrumental of your heart rate
To remind you of your resilience
Your sexiness and brilliance
Your body language screams "BULLSHIT"
Highly doubt I'm serious
I'm a mirror you're ready to shatter
Trying to show you your treasures but it doesn't matter
What's beauty in words
To help you tap into your Heart and Soul
Not just your curves
When the most beautiful words
Come from someone opposite of a pretty boy
I still write like I got some nerve
Like I have the power to heal the world
I write my prayers
Ask God to heal the hurt in you
Recover your faith in love since the scars are irreversible
Sweetheart get well soon
As I use this pencil to repair your wounds
After cutting the heart on my sleeve open
Can't let you stay broken
Yeah I'll die from bleeding out but I'm hoping
You won't ever forget
Anything I do for you,
I don't ever regret
And God willing
I'll see you on the other side
Not too soon though, continue to love and thrive
Keep the love alive