Your Beauty is My Demise [Poem]

[Underground_Network]

My heart
It beats
Then stops.

My lungs
Contract,
I can't breathe,
I don't know how to act.

My eyes, they roll
Into the back of my head,
All that's left is white,
A color? I dread.

I fall to the ground,
But I make
Not a sound,
And I ponder
What is done.

I see her face
I see bronze eyes,
Intense and focused...
I see thick, long brown hair,
Shimmering and glistening
In the evening light.

I see her closed rose lips,
No thorns, just a red reminder
Of what could have been,
Of what should have been.

My heart doesn't restart.
I still see more of her,
Her skin, bronze like her eyes,
Except a different shade,
A different type of bronze,
Maybe her skin is more
Worthy of a gold.

Her skin is smooth and perfect,
Everything about her is perfect.
I am imperfect.
I am a line drawn crooked
On a stained piece of paper.

She is a line drawn perfectly
Straight on a brand new,
Shiny white piece of paper.

She is perfection.
I am imperfection.

Her heart beats,
Her lungs contract,
Her eyes, they glow...
And she stands
Magnificently
In the moonlight.

My heart does not beat,
My lungs do not contract,
My eyes, they're a horrid white,
And I am falling,
Descending endlessly
In the darkness.

She is alive
And beautiful.

I am not.

[ErykaInspire.]

Adam, this is amazing.
But you deserve better than this, you're an amazing person and if she fails to realize that, then she's not worth your effort.

<3

[nick]

Powerfully written, great stuff

[Underground_Network]

Thank you. ^_^

And Eryka, I honestly don't even know who I wrote this about. I've fallen for way too many girls. And some of these poems aren't even about one specific person, they're just all encompassing.

[ErykaInspire.]

I know how you feel in a way. I had the same problem awhile ago.
I'm still here for you, though(:

[Underground_Network]

And I'm grateful for that. ;)