Feb. 13, 2021,

You say I’m a classic belle. 

You have no idea 

how badly I wanted to hear that.

An affirmation that I am not the mess 

I perceive myself to be 

That I could be beautiful 

                                 poised

                       put together. 

Foreign music to my ears. 

When seawater rises to meet the heavens,

the Earth’s orbit changes course. 

Yet, with revelation comes fear.

Fear of upsetting the image I unintentionally conjured 

Fear that perhaps I don’t measure up to perception 

Fear that I am not who I seem. 

When the world changes course,

the moon crashes into the stars.