When nothing comes

I don't know

i want to rhyme

but nothing comes

i wish to empty

this pain inside

onto canvas

and let it dry

so i type and delete

move and retreat

feeling weak

trying to speak

but nothing comes

im lost for words

the ink is dry

unlike my eyes

the tears fall

and form my words

full of meaning

but devoid of form

Sense of Defeat

Everyday I see myself
and i wish it could change
that what i find repulsive
would fly away

But then i must move on
and accept what i see
that I'm not handsome
that I'm just me.

Its hard to accept
the damage done
to deflate my ego
and bow down to the one

that let this happen
that turned away
while my looks withered
and others dismayed

It seems silly I know
that i should care
and sometimes i don't
but other times...
other times...

other times i do
when my heart skips a beat
and i stare into her eyes
then immediately sense
this feeling of defeat
that no matter what i do
no matter what i try
my looks have condemned me
to lose at first sight.