Beautiful

You are beautiful.

You are not beautiful enough.

Up.

Then down.

I want you to think that I am beautiful.

You see a surface that is rough.

Something that is covered in cracks,

that makes you frown.

What do you want?

Should I live for myself or be tough

and emulate what you desire?

Which is more important?

I want you, but I want myself, too.

Kiss me.

Kill me.

You already have.