If you knew my story.
Every word,
Every wound behind each scar,
Would I still have you?
If you knew who I used to be,
Would you still love the girl I have become?
If only you saw what I saw.
The scenes that cut before my eyes—
Dangerous.
Disastrous.
Would you still see me as you?
You look into my eyes.
I stare back.
I wonder what you see.
Beauty;
Or, a beautiful disaster?
They say the truth will set you free,
But will it just be another excuse to let me go?
xoxo,
macey bee
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Fantastic poem. Fantastic. Loved it! Loved every single line. I’ve been in love with the words beautiful disaster ever since I read some lines that went like this: “I could be your beautiful disaster, and you could be my forever after.”
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Thank you so much, truly. those words mean the world to me. and the best part is.. i know exactly what you mean about loving the words “beautiful disaster.” they have such a ring with a strong meaning. another phrase i love is “perfectly flawed.” so glad you found my page.
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