tell me I'm beautiful.

i want to be myself with you, honest

really.

but i'm afraid, so afraid
that you won't want me any more if




i sing silly songs that don't make sense and sound horrible







and i giggle too loudly for no apparent reason




and i snore in my sleep

and i'm afraid that you won't love me more if i just relax




and my hair isn't brushed







and my legs aren't exactly shaved










and my feet smell bad














and i'm not wearing any makeup


















and i'm wearing my pajamas with Bob the Builder on them that I've worn since fifth grade.


















so kiss me,



though my breath smells like the chicken pasta with broccoli and onions I had for dinner last night
















and tell me I'm beautiful.