Levelheaded mess
with outlooked
intentions. But there was
an artistic boy, who had visionless
looks directly
to the observant
secretly collecting hope. Excluded
from the inclusive, the girl
had a pressure against
ubiquity. A beauty who
never met attention
she was stripped comfort.

But there was an artistic boy
deep into no one’s reality
seeing the crowd
fixating on the
unattainable. Continual
disappointment inside her
unknown barrier,
she was an unsolvable mystery
flooding the air.

Collecting her heart, returning
it nervous,
sick with bliss.
Hands filled with words
temporary tattoos of
what to remember.
She wouldn’t want
a poem for her, stupid
with nativity.

The girl was under-appreciated
voluntarily trapped
but there was
an overrated artistic
boy, with the shocking desire
to be needed.