Of my own volition,
I’ve decided to put myself down

Beauty is not my thing
I decided

It’s crept into my mind
That I don’t physically look stunning
Nor am I brimming with intellect.

No amount of practicality
Is allowing me to construe
This sudden notion
Of feeling dumb

Its making me
Delirious when I get praise
I feel shallow and listless.

I am abandoned with only pain
Left to soothe my worries.

I feel like a dry leaf
Writhing under the hot sun
With no one having enough time
To take a look at it.

I feel parched and pulverized
An anecdote reaches my thirsty heart
“It's all right letting yourself go as long as you can let yourself back”

For the detour,
I’m waiting.

packets of hope.

Bewitching, I’ll call it.
The way you look at me.
It makes me feel everything is in its place.
Everything is ok.
And that you are happy.

That makes me happy.
The nexus between us leaves me content
Content that there is always someone,
Thinking about me, making sure I am all right

You are my true knight.
Forget dreary knight riders.
A pack of twelve of them won’t come near your worth.

Packets of rain hit my umbrella
As I stand here
Waiting for you to arrive
To say something
Anything.

You come and hug me
And say things that only you can say
It lifts up my spirits
Im not flying in the air
But I know bright colors now.

For the greater good, I pray for the day to come
That day when you are for real
To arrive
Into my life.