Bellatwixt

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I’ve seen beautiful
places,
I’ve seen beautiful
people,
but nothing
and no one
was as beautiful
as you.

Words have left me. I could not write anymore.
What made us think that anyone who fails to love us is damaged, lacking, malfunctioning in some way? And particularly if they replace us with a god, or a weeping madonna, or the face of Christ in a ciabatta roll—-then we call them crazy. Deluded. Regressive. We are so convinced of the goodness of ourselves, and the goodness of our love, we cannot bear to believe that there might be something more worthy of love than us, more worthy of worship. Greeting cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time.
Her scars are scars,
her eyes are blue
because they are,
and he never felt the need
to romanticize every part
of her being
because he takes them all
for what they are.
His heart is leather
just like his jacket
but it turns into
wool
for the girl next door.