you call me beautiful,
as if it was my name
your eyes smile as if
that word defines me.
as if every time your
eyes will meet mine —
I am the epitome of beauty.
I only knew you a short time,
but you were the first person
who ever placated the voices
inside my head, screaming
how imperfect i am.
I never wanted to believe
but for the first time
this word has an effect
to beat them down.
Your hold onto my head,
the smile on your face,
the perfection of the way
how you look at me
and how the word ‘beautiful’
fall over your lips
and
into my ears
are just so perfect.
I want them.
I want them to stay
this is how you call me made me feel
