you kissed his ***
and said you loved me
square in the face you slapped me
and elaborated on the details of his hair and how it smelt
you tore at my ears
you said dont pierce them
and barked on about how you loved his nose ring
you called his glasses adorable
yet you molded mine into contacts
your hands sauntered through the little hair i had
i vowed i wouldnt grow it out like i wanted
of course thats when you talked about his mane
i remember once i formed a zit in the center of my forehead
i have a good feeling it was from the stress you gave me
from all those nights you took my love and hung it to freeze in the cold wind
you gagged at it, said it disgusted you
but you said his acne was cute
i could pin myself up in so many different ways
but honestly
i dont think ill ever be pretty for you