She drinks every night until the last drop hits her tongue
this is where she leaves out that door

As I run towards her I trip and fall scraping my knee on the wooden floor

She runs after me picking me up and carrying me to her room placing me on the bed quickly running after the rubbing alcohol and the band aids with the pretty pink princesses

I hold my knees together not wanting to be touched
she shouts
"suelta" (Let go) and pulls my arms apart,

her hands are as soft as cotton

"Esto no va doler" (This won't hurt)

I cry from the top of my lungs
she lied

It hurts

She unwraps the pink princess then wipes the tears running down my cheeks

She tells me
"Mirame" (look at me)
I can hardly see her pass the water gushing from my eyes

She says "Vas a estar bien mija"
(You're going to be okay my daughter)
Her eyes are swollen
burning red

Her complexion is pale
she has not slept

Her hands placed over my legs are as cold as
ice

She's wearing the same clothes from yesterday evening

She wraps her arms around my waist
Slowly leaning over
She says,

"Te Amo"
I love you

I can smell the red wine

I’ve never seen someone like you
You walk around like you don’t care
Why don’t you care?
  I’ve never seen someone so far away
      You’re three feet away but I still fail to feel you
Can you feel me?
I’ve never seen someone so simple yet
  You’re so rare
        Where did you come from?
You blend in with everyone around you but
    Your face appears in everyone else’s
   Who are you?
  I don’t know you
    You don’t know I
We’re simply just strangers
  *Goodbye.

I have never been touched by hands that don't belong to I

I have never been felt from the middle of my chest down to my soft tender thighs

I haven't yet been caressed by desire and destroyed by lust

Beauty:  qualities that satisfy the human eye.
Why is it that the word beauty rigorously refers to physical appearance?
To the naïve at least.
A Girl lavished in compliments when she wears make up, but they vanish the day she shows up with a bare face.
All of a sudden she feels less because she thinks she exposed too much of herself.
As if telling the truth was a sin.
She convicts herself by not allowing her eyes look directly into the eyes of others.

Flaw**:  an imperfection.
What about the reflection of what radiates within the body?
There is no guideline book written stating what human should look like, only a mental one.
Is it possible with something with no universal meaning to exist?
That would make the aesthetic value of a person’s visible figure imaginary.
Faces don’t have to be symmetrical.
Skin doesn’t have to be crystal clear.
Hair doesn’t have to be silky smooth.
Bodies don’t have to be proportional.

Eyes that are afraid to see what is in the mirror, have minds that fail to realize they’re perfectly imperfect.