darling, you are not ugly
you have trained your own eyes
to see only the bad in yourself
and only the good in othersyou have never seen
how your eyes light up as you laugh
or how you hold on to your oldest
teddy bear tightly while you sleepyou can only see
the way your hair is "too thick"
and your skin is "too pale"
and that your thighs are "too big"if anything,
darling,
you are
too beautiful
YOU ARE READING
deadroses || poetry
Poesia"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.