Aureate Tongue

original and reblogged poetry

I never saw the beauty you
said you saw in me.
I look at myself and wonder
how you could compare
my body to beautiful things,
like nebulas or Greek statues
or a cup of fresh tea.
I look at myself and wonder
how you could stand to
trace my hips and brush
my hair aside to kiss me softly.
I look at myself and wonder
how you could stand to
watch me while I slept and
have so many pictures of me
saved on your phone.
Beauty is perspective, I guess.
I just wish I had your view.

  • 8 March 2013
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