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Spoken Word: Unsent Letters VI

Beauty In The Beast

By Liquey the PoetPublished 4 years ago 2 min read

I’ve always been a lover girl

Mesmerized by the idea of sweet romantic love

Patiently awaiting my souls reunion

And I believed in meant to be

And it was bliss

And I believed in the one

And true loves kiss

Through the magic of these beliefs my heart was preserved

Until the one became the second and the second became the third

And I grew lost for words

As the magical glow of the one

Slowly fades to none

Slowly drains the fun

Slowly pains me to become undone

So I looked within myself to find what required a release

And I looked within myself to induce my own relief

And inside I had to face a fierce and clever beast

And my Prince never showed

So I arose and took the lead

Face to face with the things I feared most

And I did the unthinkable

What no one has ever shown

I listened

And I heard

Face to face

I listened

And I seen

She had been broken

And my God, she was breathtaking

I listened

To all the whys and the bottom lines

And I heard her

All of what she needed to share and in that moment

I understood

And I fell in love

She was remarkable

An article

Of resilient particles

Working together

Heart and soul

Consistently evolving

And I marvel

Because she was better than magic

And I couldn’t imagine

Doing something as tragic

As taking advantage

Taking for granted

Leaving her broken

With all of your baggage

She’s strong

And she’s been robbed

She’s brave

And she still longs

For the day

She doesn’t have to replace

What others take away

When she doesn’t have to rebuild

What others tried to break

Doesn’t have to refuel

What others tried to drain

I’m amazed

To see everything she’s been through

And watch her move

In power with grace

She doesn’t need saving

Fully secured in her ability

To be whatever she needs

It’s Amazing

The need to believe in meant to be

Becomes less of a priority

And the need to believe in the one

Kinda becomes a joke

Because the majority

Are pretty much losers and assholes

At least the ones I know

And I’m still a lover girl

Livin in a loveless world

Manifesting romantic storylines

You know the drill

And I love me

more than the idea of love

I love me

I am my manifested fantasy

My living breathing words

That’s merged into reality

Meant to be

more than a broken poet

I am both my soaring dreams

And my gravity

I am a healing pool

For my catastrophes

Rejuvenating waters

Pure vitality

Effervescent personality

Resting in a vessel

That I’m beautifully handling

I’m still a lover girl

And I love everything I have to offer this world

slam poetry

About the Creator

Liquey the Poet

I write spoken words and romanticize my life

My favorite colors are Black and Pink just like my 2 personalities

I don’t talk about my feelings much so I write about it instead

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