"youre so close to beautiful,
the personality of dreams
filling out eyes of perfect sky
and hair smooth with stars
but your skin is the wrong color
and even the thought of the tensioned
almost grazes while imaging the physical warmth
of your face nearing mine in cross eyed vision
makes me sick to my stomach"

but then again,
I breathe in your face with my supernova breath,
what did they tell you about pretty girls?