I want to be pretty
Not the sort of pretty where you only want me in your bed.
The sort of pretty, where you cannot get me out of your head.
I want to be the sort of pretty that makes strangers on the street double take.
I want to be the sort of pretty, the sort of confident that makes me like the way I look.
I want to be the sort of pretty that's as devastating as my favourite book.
I want to be pretty like the sound of rain on a tin roof.
I want to be pretty like an atticus poem.
I want to be pretty like a clairo song.
I want to be pretty like a character in a book.
I don't want to be someone's second choice.
I don't want there to be a second choice at all.
I want someone to choose me, first and foremost.
But I want to be pretty, God do I want to be pretty.
I don't just want a pretty face.
I want a pretty soul.
I want a beautiful soul
Like dew drops on grass, like blue and white dresses
I want to be pretty in every aspect of the word.
I want to be pretty like green leaves.
I want to be pretty like a watercolour painting.
I want to be pretty like a Michelangelo sculpture.
I want to be pretty like spring
I want to be pretty like autumn
I want to be pretty like the ocean
I want to be pretty, the sort of pretty they are in books.
The sort of pretty that isn't just looks.
I want to be pretty
Pretty, like you.
