can you see
the beauty
in me?

it is
is it
hidden,
beneath layers of cute?
beneath layers of inadvert lies?

[i don't love myself most of the time.]

only

some

can make me feel

b
e
a
u
t
i
f
u
l.

but still.
that means.
it is possible.
[for me to feel beautiful, not just to seem so in some one else's eyes.]

and it's not that i am against the idea.
just a question of ..
believing?

[that sounds so.. -wishy-washy, easily-changed]

you there, love,
please don't be that way when it comes to me.
[even though it'll never change the way i feel about you, love.]

and i'm smiling, love, as i write your name
a thousand times in cursive.
and i wonder it came from being mememe
to us.

ussss.
it slides off my tongue like a snake gathering jealousy.
why do i still think these thoughts?
[you've never done nothing wrong, love, it's just me]

stay, stay, and tell me what you see.

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nov 23