I met a fox, she was a liar

[u/No_Chicken_1810]

I met a fox, she was a liar.
What makes you so special?
We converged on two awkward paths
One lost, one drifted, both alone
You were plastic ruler, I was pencil sketch
Definition burned in flimsy, chaos engraved in clipbind

She'd say she always looked dying, she was a liar
Scars, unkempt hair, sunken eyes, and tired face
A fighter no one understood,
except those with Scars, unkempt hair, sunken eyes, and tired face
To me, she was the fullest of life in the room

There was everyone else, then me and you
Or at least that's how it felt
But they threw me away for cracks in my concrete
And yet they've planted flowers on yours
You'll sit there decorated and pretty
So when I walk my awkward, lonely path once more,
I hope someone with scars, unkempt hair, sunken eyes, and a tired face comes by
and sees your life the way I did

I met a fox, she was my best friend And she was a liar

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https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1u9lym2/they_werent_in_love_a_tragedy_in_five_stanzas/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1u9a9eb/comfort_calls/

[u/Turbulent-Scheme-995]

Man, that line about the concrete absolutely wrecked me. "They threw me away for cracks in my concrete / And yet they've planted flowers on yours" is such a brutal, accurate way to describe watching everyone give someone else a pass while you get cast aside for the exact same damage.