You say you despise yourself because you aren't beautiful.

This is the only reason you should.

 

I made a mistake.

You thank me for it.

Do you mean it?

Did I scar you so badly

That you can no longer smile at me?

Before, you smiled with the sun

And you were beautiful.

Your eyes would shine green and gold.

For me.

Now you smile, and your eyes are cold,

Brown and grey.

The sun is gone.

There is no beauty in you now.

"Do you care?" I say, and you are angry

At my doubt.

But I felt safe and loved, basking in the sun.

I felt when you cared, and now, there is nothing.

I miss you.

 

I made a mistake.

You thank me for it.

Do you mean it?

Did I cut you so deeply

That you cannot tolerate me?

Before, you would laugh

And you were joyful and beautiful.

You would listen.

For me.

Now you laugh, and you cease to listen,

A brick wall.

The sun is gone.

There is no beauty in you now.

"Why do you act like this?" I say, and you scoff

At my questions.

But I felt welcomed and loved, basking in the sun.

I felt when you cared, and now, there is nothing.

I miss you.

 

I made a mistake.

You thank me for it.

Do you mean it?

Did I reject you so terribly

That you cannot open your heart again?

Before, you would crave me

And you were warm and beautiful.

You would hug me tightly.

For me.

Now you stand there as I wrap my arms around you,

A mannequin.

The sun is gone.

There is no beauty in you now.

"Hold me back," I say, and you resign

To my demand.

But I felt accepted and loved, basking in the sun.

I felt when you cared, and now, there is nothing.

I miss you.