my best friend is the most imperfection perfection. she's melancholic but beautiful. sometimes she makes me sad because she doesn't see herself the way i see her. she's an unripe peach, an empty perfume bottle, a dead language. sometimes she looks at you like she knows exactly what you're thinking of. it's unnerving but beautiful. she's beautiful.
sometimes i wish she could see that.
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Poetrywelcome. to a book that contains no capital letters. there will be a lot of aesthetic things in here. it's an escape. there are prompts. anything to help you, beautiful human. you are beautiful, by the way. in every way possible. It's just a shame t...