poems i write at 2 a.m. and decide to post

twenty eight (blonde)

i wish i was pretty

i wish i was the one

i wish that i'd look at me

the same way that you do

i wish that i could see it

the words that you say?

i wish i knew what it meant

when you look at me that way

i wish i could trade my eyes

with someone of better disposition

so that i was not stuck with my

eternal terrible position

i wish that i was a real man

and that you would see me too

i wish i could have a plan

for what i want to do

i wish i wasn't some girl

who you fell in love with

but theodore, the boy,

who you thought to be pretty

i wish i had pretty eyes

that let me see a pretty world

and a pretty mouth

to let me say pretty words

will i ever be enough?

enough for your gaze?

your type?

your heart?

i wish i could keep it

hold your love in my hands

and make it tell me

just what you saw that day

i wish i knew who it was

that you had first seen

the girl, the blonde,

that fit your scene

i wish i knew if it really was me

that you saw one day

the boy theodore

that you found pretty

could it be me?

now, don't tell me a lie.

who caught your attention?

who pleased your eye?

you say it was me

and i feel it in my heart

it's not quite there yet

but it is a start

i ask if it's me

and i know you'll tell me the truth

but i wish that i knew

that i was pretty.