give me a voice like the
sound of a daisy singing her
unrequited love to the sun,
high and soft and utterly
give me fairy bones protruding
gently under my cream and sugar
skin, skyscraper-cheekbones, and
all the fine features of a princess, not
just of that one girl.
give me lips stained pink with
a carnation's kiss, lips that know the
curve of a smile better than they
know the pucker of a frown.
give me eyes the color of resilience,
frosted with silver lining, clouded over
with darker shades of gray and the
knowledge of sadness but the will to live on.
give me glassy skin just translucent
enough to see the blueprint of my
veins, just opaque enough to pretend
that i'm human and not this monster
in porcelain girl-flesh.
give me hair the perfect shade of
sunshine, cheeks the color of stained-glass
roses, delicate spider-limb eyelashes,
and everything else unassumingly beautiful.
just whatever you do,
give me something a little more
m y s e l f .
(i wish that i could look in the mirror and see something remotely pretty or attractive or whole)