You, ugly little tall pretty thing.
Y
ou, stop teasing me with that dead gaze in your burned out eyes,
You, insufferably beautiful disgusting creature, my body shivers with a passion of hatred and curiosity and longing because of you,
You, may I demand you to? Look at me? Look at me for,
for you tonight I'm pathetic, look at me, you selfish little thing,
I'm here wasting precious words in your sorry cause,
before you, for you, all my futile devices come to falsified fruition, and those pitiful daydreams become my muse and my addicting nightmares,
You, devil lipped, with no smiles, not even a crooked one, but crooked teeth, imperfect white, raven hair, all messy and maybe greasy,
You, porcelain skinned, standing there with all your might and in all your tallness, mocking my weak adoration,
You, in your butterfly spined bones, existing in all your blinding glory ignorant of my fainted lines of sutured skin,
You, for who I feel not an ounce of affection, yet, my bones throb and my flesh spasms in curiosity,
You, who I do not love, yet,
yet, I can't help but...
You, who is nothing but a pretty face to me,
yet, you're on my mind day in and day out,
how painfully superficial.
