Author’s Note

This poem is about the difference between performance and presence. About words that are used to impress versus words that are spoken because they are true. I wrote this for the kind of connection that doesn’t need charm, tricks, or grand gestures—only honesty and attention.

Quietly Rearranged is about how real affection doesn’t demand change, but inspires it. How being genuinely seen can shift the way you stand in the world without ever asking you to move. It’s a reminder that the most powerful influence someone can have on us is simply being who they are—openly, softly, and without pretense.

Some people speak to gain. Some people speak to give. This poem knows the difference.

Quietly Rearranged
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I’m not a charmer,
I don’t work with snakes—
I say fuck fakes.
I’m a truth‑teller,
and my words
are worth
a fortune.

He says sweet nothings
that are actually nothing—
just words in costume,
trying to gain things.

I whisper sweet nothings
and twist them into somethings.
I’ll say every thought
of what you mean to me.
So go ahead—put me on the spot,
I’ll talk
until you tell me to stop.

Alright—so here I go.
What do I like about you?

Your eyes.
Your smile.
The way your voice softens
when you laugh,
when you say my name
it becomes the softest sound.

And your personality?
Second to none.

It’s the way your existence
quietly rearranges me.
Makes me want to stand straighter,
choose better,
reach further—
not because you asked,
but because you exist.

I want to improve
simply knowing you’re real.

If you’re looking for more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]