When It Was Me

When it was me,
The good around me stuck
because you saw it there —
The beauty in the eye that paints
over the defects in the thing, itself.

But these things I wish on no one:

To be seen as you truly are,

To see love turn its head away,

Or to know what people really think about you.

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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