the gin to my tonic. (poetry in English)

15. The most beautiful person on Earth

Like I told you
so many other times,
I saw something in you
when I first noticed
your face.

I saw beauty,
and it had nothing to do
with your pretty face.

I saw beauty
deep inside your soul.

... or so I thought.

Too bad
it was probably just my imagination
playing games with me,
just like you did.

There was nothing deep
about your beauty,
just as there
was never something deep
about the way you felt about me.

Not that night we first met,
November 17th.

Not that other night,
two weeks later,
when you first kissed me
on the cheek.

And especially,
not that morning
you came over to my place
to talk,
but we ended up having sex.

Too bad
your beauty only existed
inside of my head.

Your beauty only existed
because my fucking mind
built you up to be
the most beautiful person on Earth,
while you did nothing
but show me your ugly side.