When she hashtags “lovehim” and i know she’s talking about you
Because those flowers don’t grow in Mexico
They were sent through a maze of denials and subject changes
Straight from your heart to her hands
She’s not pretty without her makeup
But you smile at the mention of her name
And the wrinkles in the corners of your eyes betray you

She is brave enough to post an unflattening photo
A bad angle that casts shadows in the crevices of her orbits
The tip of her nose inflated bulbous and foreshortened
Jowls hanging like mud-***** on a semi
With radiant smile in spite of it all
Because while I revel in her hideousness
You remain blind to her flaws
And I wish you loved me enough that I could be ugly as she is.