Lovely is a term I’ve come to hate.
All my life I’ve been told that I’m
“Lovely”.

But mostly,
I’m lonely, I don’t know
how to explain
the intimacy I crave.
Just wanting to hold someone
with them holding back.

I cannot get anyone to look in
the same direction I look.
No one is willing to be with me
so how the hell am i supposed to
be okay with being called
lovely.

Looks are nothing but skin deep.
And looks will never make up for
anything we’ve done.

I am not the same as I was yesterday,
I have shattered that person and
crushed her into the ground
until she has become a dust.
And no one wants to touch dust,
because their hands will get dirty,
and nobody wants to get their hands
dirty in the name of

Beauty is a six letter word that
I have never learned to
spell right.

I don’t want to go out with a bang,
I want to go out knowing I’ve
done things right
wanting to let everyone know who I am.
and blow dust into their faces to
leave a lasting impression.