She

She looks like a fairy,

And I look like nothing.

She looks like the sea,

That I’m being drowned in.

Her breath like an angel,

And I’m clipping my wings.

She talks like a movie,

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That I’ll never see.

A goddess they call her,

I’m picking up scraps.

Her eyes like a savior,

And mine like dead water.

She’s bright and she’s perfect,

And I’m ugly and taut.

She’s a picture hung proudly,

And I’ve just about fallen.