Unloveable

She was beautiful in a serene way

But ferocious storms swirled in her eyes 

Hidden by her smiles 

And she fought a war with herself 

At 4 am each night 

Between who she wanted to be and who society told her to be 

She fought cold wars between her and others 

She was artillery 

Destroying those in her way and destroying her own self 

She had the wind in her hair 

The ocean in her laugh 

The night sky in her rising breaths 

Rainbows in the palm of her hands 

And hurricanes in her heart 

But in her soul she was torn 

Too evolved for a world still stuck in time 

Too open for a man who was afraid of change,

afraid to let go of his own jail of limitations 

And so like him, she was trapped 

Between doing what's normal and what is the unorthodox 

And that is why, even laying next to him 

She was gone 

Like twilight or a lonely afternoon 

There, beautiful, but striking an impending sense of loneliness in the person observing her 

She wrestled with cyclones that formed in her throat yet never made it out 

Choked on clouds of thoughts 

Riddled with faults 

But still scintillating like a sun 

She was the misunderstood one 

The storm no man could predict coming 

The destruction he didn't want to rebuild 

She was the remnant of a ruin 

The faded stain, the broken brick, 

the shattered glass, the chipped paint, the weathered home

She was the half forgotten melody 

The shadow you thought you saw 

The chaos you once mistook for beauty 

But she was devastating 

and beautiful once

And she came and went 

And now he understood 

why people always ached to touch a shooting star

© L.A. Fraser