you used to tell me I was the prettiest in your eyes
you told me you saw the stars woven in the strands of my hair
your skin on mine was the softest whisper of night wind
your kiss on my lips felt like bolts of lightning curling through my toes
your love to me was the most precious gift
~until you told me the truth behind your ugly lies~
that your love for me was but a chore
our kisses were but a way to soothe my worries when I caught onto the lies
that my skin on yours made your body shiver in revulsion
that the stars woven into my hair burned your eyes with glare
and that I was the ugliest thing you had ever seen
