If you asked me if it was worth it
When I ate that block of ice and drank that glass full of
Melted, snowy water
Beckoned to my lips with the pointed icicles
And let the frigid winter landscape slip down the back of my throat,
Then I would probably tell you it wasn't even that cold
And that the blackened chunks of skin on my
Nose and tongue
Are really just ash from when I kissed your fiery face.

If you asked me if it was wrong
To let the mysterious seed land in my handsome bed
And let it spring forth its life upon my pillow,
To allow the gnarled roots to clasp upon my soil
And hug my freedom straight from the aura of my being
And let the leaves and fruit that fell from the trembling bows upon my face
Decay
Rot
And disintegrate
Then I would probably tell you that the sweet smell of the flower blossom was the prize
That I let myself wither and die for.

If I asked you why
You didn't have the courage to say you were there
When I saw you standing in the shadows trying to hide your face,
Would you tell me the real answer?
Would you stop the lies
Or,
More importantly,
The simple lack of response that makes your shell
And hides your face.
Would you tell me that if I saw who you really were
I would run
And I would never want to hold your hand again?

I don't believe you are as ugly as you say.
Not because of the sound of your voice as it echoes past my walls
Or the scent of your perfume as it floats above my ramparts.
No, I have a telescope with a magic lens,
Made of dignity, cured genuinely,
And no matter how deep you try and bury yourself beneath the mountains of
Self deprecation,
Imperfections,
And insecurities
I can see what you are on the inside,
The beauty inside that you're trying to ****.

I've got the medicine,
But you won't seem to listen,
The only pills you want are sarcasm and false pretenses.
Your so high on your lack of self,
And I've been drowned in your loveless passive aggression

Now is the final question,
The last one that I'll ask you
If you won't listen here and now,
I have nothing left to say.

Have all of my efforts been in vain?
Or are you just too ugly to see that you are beautiful?