Don'T Call Me Beautiful
Don’t call me beautiful til you have seen my scars and flaws,
Don’t call me beautiful until i tell you my fears and dreams,
Don’t tell me you want to see my body, tell me you want to see my heart.
Compliment me on my intelligence, on my beautifully heart-breaking poetry, on my wonderous weird thoughts.
Don’t tell me you love my looks, don’t tell me you love how my eyes shine in the light or how my breasts could be used in different ways.
Don’t tell me i’m perfect, because what the hell is perfection?
Don’t call me beautiful until you’ve seen every inch of my precious, undiscovered, hidden land.
Don’t tell me i’m amazing til you’ve heard me cry myself to sleep at night, til you’ve seen me smoke just to feel alive, til you’ve seen inside my own mind.
Don’t tell me i’m strong until you’ve seen me fight off demons just to save other people, until i’ve fought my own demons, because baby the battle has just begun.
Don’t tell me to think differently, tell me my thoughts are just lying to me.
Don’t call my beautiful until we’ve lied awake together in the silent night, until i kiss you out of no where, until i tell you i’ve fallen in love with you.
Don’t call me beautiful when you only want to use my body, when you only want to get satisfaction of pleasure from me.
Don’t tell me you love me, unless you can imagine the rest of your life with me, the rest of eternity.
Don’t tell me you can’t live without me, i don’t appreciate liars.
Don’t tell me you want me then ignore me,
Don’t tell me i’m beautiful because odds are i won’t believe you.
Copyright © Jillian Conway | Year Posted 2014
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