Tell me I'm pretty. Thats what I want. I want to know that my gorgeous locks fly like swallows in the air. I want to know my hour glass figure makes you breathless. I want you to tell me how you're afraid of touching my porcaline skin in fear I'll break but you just cannot help yourself. It may not be true. But I need to hear those words, I want you to spit them on me like water onto a fueling fire. Because as much as you can tell me you love me after a while It just doesn't mean enough. Because after you repeat words so often their meaning gets lost behind false promises and empty feelings. So tell me. Tell me that without me your world would implode. Tell me that my beauty reminds you of the mona lisa and I'm your masterpiece. Write me words of love until your fingers bleed.Because without Constant affection I don't think I'd be able to cope. Because when that little bit of doubt swims into my dark mind I don't know how long I will be able to keep it there. Or keep you there. So please for the love of God and for the sake of us both just tell me I'm pretty.
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Poetry
PoetrySome spoken word poetry I wrote when I was in a pretty horrible place , but now feel comfortable publishing because I'm okay again :)
