Questioned for his excellence
It becomes a reward
Of no use

Admired for her eccentricity
Her cursed flaws
Become her charm

She wasn’t perfect
But she was higher

Higher than the birds
Higher than the clouds
Higher—than any place
dreams could even try to reach

His jealousy
Grew over her
like ivy on a cast off brick

in the end
He’d sold his soul to the devil
For aptness

When all she did
was learn to love

Who she was
And who
She plainly wasn’t

she's black as the night
unpredictable
sure of her morals

he's clear as glass
you see right through
the scars

forever left