You'Re Beautiful

You're beautiful I say to my faultless boy holding him like a mother my love cleansing all the trouble my fingers soft on his baby skin and smooth forehead You're beautiful- but you always change You don't stay the same You can't fake when you're asleep and you terrorize me when I see all my broken jewelry a snapped shoulder strap the button from my jeans the violent remains of my worthy presentation messier than my frizzy blonde hair in which you tied knots with clumsy hands Your sheets and I are stripped and stretched in a sort of desperation in a sort of hunt, or a game I can see my name never really mattered much food is food when you're hungry like hips and lips when it's dark and "you're beautiful" is a cloud dissipating over the stoked fire of your flexing legs My broken back feels less than my broken heart that uttered strangely broken words that may have suited another man well one who could've painted me a picture or only grabbed me with his happy eyes who might have made my heart bare before my body who might have said "You're Beautiful" Instead I sink into your foreign arms like a fractured jaw reigning in forever flooded eyes I guess I'll never learn