r/PoetryWritingClub

You are a beauty
no artist could ever capture.

Not in marble,
no matter how carefully the chisel falls.
Not in oil,
no matter how perfectly the colors blend.
Not in clay,
no matter how gentle the hands that shape it.

Because what I see in you
was never meant to be contained
inside a frame.

Your smile is a sunrise—
the kind that makes the world
feel new again,
the kind that makes darkness
remember it cannot last forever.

Your body is a landscape
made by God's own hand,
every curve and every line
a place I could lose myself in,
a beauty that reminds me
that creation itself can be breathtaking.

But somehow,
you don't see yourself
the way I see you.

And strangely,
that makes you even more beautiful.

There is a sweetness
in your not knowing.

A humility
in the way you cannot understand
why I look at you
the way I do.

You don't walk through the world
believing you are extraordinary,
and perhaps that is exactly
what makes you so extraordinary.

Because beneath your beauty
there is kindness.

Behind your smile
there is gentleness.

Inside your heart
there is humility.

And those things
are what make your countenance shine.

Beauty may catch my eyes,
but kindness keeps my heart.

Your body may make me stop
and admire God's handiwork,
but your soul
is what makes me want to stay.

I wish, just once,
you could borrow my eyes
and look at yourself
the way I look at you.

I wish you could see
what I know.

That you are not simply beautiful.

You are priceless.

Not because you are perfect.
Not because you never hurt,
never doubt,
never stumble.

But because there is only one you.

And the woman I see
when you aren't trying to be beautiful—
when you are simply being yourself,
laughing, caring, helping,
showing kindness without expecting praise—

that is the woman
I find most breathtaking of all.

So if you cannot see
what I see in you,

let me see it for you
until you can.

Let me remind you
that your beauty is more
than what a mirror can measure.

Because the mirror can show me
your face.

But it cannot show me
the light behind it.

And that light—

that is what makes you
beautiful beyond anything
an artist could ever create.

Death is the only true crush I ever had

The one that is on my mind all the time

Everyday I fantasize about us being together

Sometimes she appears in my dreams

The problem is, as with all girls in my life

I'm still not brave enough to ask her out

I don’t regret it.

I don’t regret a single thing
I gave you.

Not the time.

Not the money.

Not the love
I gave you
even when it felt wasted.

Because when I love someone,

I don’t do it quietly.

I can’t.

Because I believe
everyone deserves to be loved
as loudly as possible.

I don’t think love
should be something
you’re ashamed of.

Something you hide.

Something you keep quiet
because you’re afraid
of being too much.

I think if you love someone,

you should let them know.

As loudly as you can.

And it doesn’t always have
to be with words.

Sometimes it’s in the way
you show up.

The way you listen.

The way you remember
the little things.

The way you make space
for someone to be themselves.

The way you look at someone
and tell them without speaking,

“I see you.”

So no.

I don’t regret it.

And I’ll do it again.

And again.

And again.

Even if I stumble.

Even if I fall.

Even if I give my heart
to someone who doesn’t know
what to do with it.

I’ll still get back up.

Because I don’t want
to become someone
who loves less
just because loving deeply
once hurt me.

I’ll keep stumbling.

I’ll keep falling.

And I’ll keep getting back up
every single time.

Not because I need someone
to prove that the way I love
is worth it.

But because it is.

Because loving deeply
isn’t something
I need to apologize for.

I don’t need someone
to tell me I’m not too much.

I don’t need someone
to understand every part of me
for my love to have meaning.

I can love loudly
because that’s who I am.

I can care deeply
without being ashamed of it.

I can give love
without losing myself
when it isn’t returned.

And maybe that’s what
I was trying to learn
all along.

That love doesn’t become wasted
just because it wasn’t received
the way I hoped.

That giving love
doesn’t make me foolish.

That caring
doesn’t make me weak.

And that I don’t have to
make myself smaller
just because someone else
couldn’t hold everything
I had to give.

So no.

I don’t regret it.

I don’t regret loving.

I don’t regret caring.

And I don’t regret
being someone
who loves loudly.

I’ll keep doing it.

Not because I’m waiting
for someone to finally see me,

but because I see myself.

And I know
there is nothing wrong
with the way I love.

I engulf my mind in dreams

And lean into my own suffering with indignation.

Give me more until I am shattered into fragments.

Their pain won't be enough.

We are past the point of no return.

And I will never be happy again.

Without unfathomable violence.