am i pretty enough for you 
when i stain my wrists crimson 
as i cry myself to sleep
my demons greeting me with
skeletal arms that are always open for me

am i pretty enough for you
when i rub myself raw
in the hot spray of my shower head
as i cleanse the grime that coats my blemished skin

am i beautiful enough
will you finally write sonnets about me
wtite epic tragedies 
plays in my honor

darling i am a walking apology
im sorry i cant be beautiful enough
but maybe if i cut off the parts of me i don't like 
the fat that hangs off my belly
the jiggle in my thighs
the too flat nose

you'll finally love me back