posted on Aug, 17 2013 @ 11:37 PM
Towel draped over my canvas,
I’m hidden from your eyes,
am I growing uglier,
so much so you despise?
My cheeks, orange like carrots
pulled from the volcanic earth.
Wrinkles like furrows in a potato farmer’s field,
your stinky oil exuding from my veins.
My god, with a small g, look at me!
I am no mirror image, but a vain fantasy.
Painted to your incessant humming,
“unforgettable, that’s what you are…”
Can’t you see, or is truth so blurred?
“Happiness is not having what you want,
but wanting what you have.”
“I want you to want me.”