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“The power of words elude me. Which is an odd thing to admit as a writer. However, here’s an honest question: Has anyone actually ever felt beautiful by hearing or reading the words, ‘You are beautiful’? Because admittedly, I haven’t. To me it’s always been an empty phrase. Then again, I’ve always been strange in my ways. Allergic to praise. It feels like a burning spotlight on my soul. Some kind of brilliant, yet undeserved glow hitting the lens of a magnifying glass directed at me as its focal point. It sears. It hurts. It determines a standard to evermore adhere to. We both know I won’t. So I feel set up to inevitably disappoint. That’s the truth. That is why I prefer to ever dwell in the shadows. Yet, even then, sometimes I can’t help to bring a candle. Poetry happens and I dare call you beautiful. Allowing myself to think that you can actually feel it. That you can accept it. That you feel revered as a human being. Silly, isn’t it?”
— 9-4-2019, M.A. Tempels © “You are beautiful”
I dream us laying In sighs and satisfied smiles So happy it hurts
