you looked pretty standing there
in your white spaghetti straps; your skin sort of glowed the way sunlight hits tree bark and I could see your smile radiating through the dark.
you looked pretty at midnight
with a beer in your hand, hazy eyes and all
the boys staring.
you looked pretty when laughter came, as you spilled your drink all over the floor and I helped you clean it up.
you looked pretty until you opened your mouth;
all of the prettiness vanished and it looked as though you were never really pretty at all.
you looked pretty until your words lain naked in bed with me and I saw them for what they were;
barren, cold and empty
and in that there is no beauty.