When I say I wish I was beautiful, I mean I wish I could sculpt myself into the same loveliness borne in the eyes of Marble Goddesses In Ancient Greece, I know I would have been pretty you know; curls a liberated wreath atop my head, a nose as grand as Mount Olympus, body as curvaceous as the summits of Mediterranean waves.
I mean I wish I could steal Orion's Belt from the sky and wear it around my waist to cinch away all the extra room I know I take up, cuz there's no gravity in outer space-- it's impossible to feel fat in outer space.
I mean I wish I could be as cliche as a rose, because, despite being starkly unoriginal, everyone loves roses the same way everyone loves photoshop sleekness and Tumblr physique.
I mean I wish I was lucid dreams / leather journals / dewdrops on leaves / fairy lights / eyelashes on pillowcases / moon-gazing / listenin' to Bohemian Rhapsody for the first time / standing ovations / the butterflies in your fingertips / frost congealed on tree branches / lightning storms / Disneyland fireworks / soft bed sheets / champagne kisses / polaroid photographs / whales howling at sea / midnight inspirations / double rainbows / bed time stories / the skyline at golden hour / foggy 7 AM’s / snow under streetlights / the colour purple / when I say I wish I was beautiful I mean I wish I was a poem.
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