you focus too much on beauty
you always compliment my eyes or
how pretty i look that day
and that's all fine and nice but
what i wonder is
whether or not you
will still love me when i am old
and tired;
will you still laugh and smile at me in
that way of yours when i am
too worn out to put on makeup or just simply,
too lazy to care?

will you still love me when i am no
longer size 0 skinny jeans?

my guess is you won't

so don't tell me that you love me and whisper
to me at night when in reality you are only in
so called "love" with the image of me, the illusion of how i look
and not who i am

then again, you probably don't even know the difference