It was once said
That I was beautiful to you.
I wonder
If she was too.
Was she better than me
When, against your lips, she pressed?
Did she ignite your dying flame
With her eyes --
The eyes that were not the eyes
You would fall into.
Did you long to hold her instead
Like you desired before?
When you're with me
Do you see her?
Do you wish I were her?
I suppose I'm not the beauty
You once thought I was.
I suppose I'm not good enough.
At least I'm real --
I don't fake what I am.
I don't change who I am
To appeal you.
So what was so wrong with me?
Your infidelities won't get you far.
Why did you lie to me
When you said you'd never hurt me.
Why am I not beautiful enough
Anymore?

08/19/2002

Posted on 08/19/2002
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