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.

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