Unbeautiful
I look in the mirror and feel unbeautiful. A flat soda pop on the counter, I can't stay bubbling for too long before I spill over or deflate. My genes are hard these days. My soul is diamond rough. I can gush over us through fiber cables. Want to make it real? Still it can't be effusive enough to maintain my stares.I'd rather play chess with my liquor or indulge in purchases.I could enjoy the company of dear friends who I know see me.Is it worth the trouble to get out there again? Can't I just spend the summer evenings safe and liquored up? Through another dry, cold winter and another simmering summer, as my body and my face ages. I am betraying my self with fear and numbness, hating that whether I feel good or bad, I choose to indulge in comfort, all the time. My own bed, my own secrecy. I desire you and I want you to pull me close, feel my tender heart. Know that taking time away from my little world is a choice I seldom make. Someone to appreciate ...