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Don't call me pretty.

I am neither that nor anything;
nor will I ever be,
not until these empty arms
grasp the barren
tomb and rip it asunder;
plundering my rib cage
in search of that stuttering,
stumbling heart.

Don't call me beautiful.

My lips are not plump,
my body not slender or comely,
my hair is not coiffed,
and nothing will come of it
till I wrap slow fingers
around ethereal space;
hoping and praying
to find something lovable
in me.

Don't call me smart.

I am stupid;
an idiot with a brain,
and I am moronic in
more ways than one.
I fall down and get run
over by the squealing tires
of Hell.
Over and over.
Again.

Don't love me...

Don't...

I am the breath of
not-so-sweet air
you didn't remember yesterday,
and the glance you
will forget today, and
when I pass the world in
a startled puff;

I will die off.

Description
Don't call me pretty.

I am neither that nor anything;
nor will I ever be,
not until these empty arms
grasp the barren
tomb and rip it asunder;
plundering my rib cage
in search of that stuttering,
stumbling heart.

Don't call me beautiful.

My lips are not plump,
my body not slender or comely,
my hair is not coiffed,
and nothing will come of it
till I wrap slow fingers
around ethereal space;
hoping and praying
to find something lovable
in me.

Don't call me smart.

I am stupid;
an idiot with a brain,
and I am moronic in
more ways than one.
I fall down and get run
over by the squealing tires
of Hell.
Over and over.
Again.

Don't love me...

Don't...

I am the breath of
not-so-sweet air
you didn't remember yesterday,
and the glance you
will forget today, and
when I pass the world in
a startled puff;

I will die off.