Intangible Triangles
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I have sharp edges.
I jut out
and I cut if you get too close.
I am terrifying
and I am intense
and I am beautiful.
I am not worried about being flawless
because I like that my skin
feels softer than it looks
and my hair gets frizzier the shorter
I cut it.
You shake when I say hello
and you're quick to say goodbye
because I'm nothing you've known.
I'm not easy to love because
I have edges and I have depth
and I have dimensions
and you only have human eyes.
I am not tangible.
You can't touch my edges.
You can't run your finger through my notches.
I am the breeze you feel on your face,
I am the tears that roll down your flushed cheek,
I am a room full of people who know all the words to your favorite song.
I lack a map.
The lines on my face don't offer any direction
and you're worried about getting lost in my depths.
When I start to speak about anatomy
you get so trapped in yours
that you forget to listen to what I'm saying.
When I discuss the universe
you only hear in three dimensions.
My flaws are like an image
and you just can't transcend.
But I can.
I don't care about being flawless because
I am happy.
I am terrifying and
I am intense and
I am flawed.
I am not tangible.
I am beautiful.