Rarity

Rarity comes in many forms
the freckle upon her soft fragile face
the way his eyes twinkle the reflection of traffic lights
the curve of his thumbnail next to his cuticle on his left finger
rarity is just that
rare
in all forms rarity is the embodiment of humanity
loving that one special person more than stars in the night sky
hoping for a relationship that lasts longer than your parents’
breaking down after he broke you?
rarity doesn’t always mean good
what’s good isn’t always rare
because you feel the heartbreak so much
deep within the crevices of your heart
and decide this rare condition
it isn’t what you want to feel anymore
and the good parts mean nothing with the bad parts