You told me I was pretty
expecting it to please me;
I don't care about pretty.
Pretty
means
nothing.
Anyone can judge who
they think I am with just
a glance.
I want someone who wants
to know me.
I want someone who will
take the time to break
down my walls
brick
by
brick.
I want someone who can
see through me down to
my bones.
And then I want them
to tell me I am
beautiful.
Because it will have
nothing
to do with my appearance.