she loved telling the girl with crooked teeth
how pretty her smile was
and reminding the girl who always cried
that her eyes were beautiful
but for some reason, there still remained
a hole in her chest, something missing
she saw so much beauty in every single person she met
except for herself
the vines inside of her tangled together, ceasing to grow
they hugged her organs tightly and piled up
until it became harder and harder to breathe
she loved people so much
so much that she forgot how to love herself
