But I haven't got a stitch to wear
-morrissey

I am beautiful
I am any kind of beautiful I want to be
I am am every kind of beautiful
I am beautiful when I wake up
I am beautiful when I cry
I am beautiful when nobody is looking
And I am beautiful
In my own eyes
When I am alone
and in pain
I am beautiful
When I chainsmoke
instead of eat
I am beautiful
when I ****
I am beautiful
when I'm inebriated and asinine
and *****
and not
I am so beautiful
even when I harm my skin
because my beauty lies underneath the flesh and bones of
me

yet


every time somebody asks

whoa
*** happened to your arm, man?




I just
stammer

i don't like this website anymore
everything is deep and wonderful and precious
it reaches skinny white arms like little wires down slipping down
into my skin and tugs
invasively
I'm not crying
that's just the wind
whipping my hair about in this daylight charade
as I pretend
to dislike the feeling
suckerpunches to the stomach
oof
another to the heart


I love your poetry
but it's tearing me apart

oh, i don't want to be everything
i just want to be (your) something