Ugly

for many months you've pulled me
like the moon pulls the tides
and now you've marred my thighs
stolen the blue inside my eyes

you've been changing like the jagged wind
and the words inside you whistle to me
saying that you will never change
i hate change
but i wish you could change back

the azure in me has escaped
my soul needs to fly away
i find myself here so alone
driving nails into my stolen loveliness

my mind used to be beautiful to me
but now you've proven
that i am ugly indeed

December 25, 2002

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